Natural Relic, Comely Artifact
A pristine, hidden stone
Lying in a crevice all it's own
No coroding wind, human hand to bemoan
Virgin beauty to a pilfering world unshown
Steely mason's hand o'er rocky divide did skim
Extracting rocks at a sculptor's whim
Purloined quarry removed with shearing shade, shoring shim
Forthwith, bartered nature; bridled pilgrim
In artisan's shop fodder to shape to trim
It's ruddy face chiseled, cut around each rim
Rough surface sanded yielding a polished diadem
Once jaded stone translated into comely artifact so prim
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