The Jade

It's like I'm jade in the mist of diamonds. Where's my hero who will discover me despite the temptation of those diamonds? I see someone. Wait...he's picked up a diamond and walked away. Will no one ever discover my worth? Look past my shining shades of green. Turn away from the glisten of those diamonds. I am the one in a million. And then I spot someone. Who is that? He looks confused, but he's walking torwards me. Is this really happening? He's passing all the diamonds! I see that he has spotted me. And then I'm afraid. He will pick me up and see that I'm different. He won't understand my beauty and what elements make up my existence. He will see that I'm as beautiful as those diamonds, but far too complicated to figure out. Will he see that my light can shine through to his soul? Will he see that I'm real? He has to see there is so much more to me than beauty. I'm so much deeper. Maybe that's why my jade is far too complicated to penetrate. He approaches and examines me. There is a look on his face as if something surprised him. He has realized something in me. He has learned all there is to know abt me and my jade is beautiful to him. He submerges into each layer and explores what is there. He accepts and loves the very raw me. Before I was dusted off and shined to a superficial brightness. My jade is different. It is beautiful and it is deep. not shallow and predictable like a diamond. You have to search far and wide to find my kind. And if you do come upon one of my kind, it was not a coincidence.