With Gratitude

A fallen stone in the womb of the earth

Trampled, unnoticed, and forgotten
Its creator caresses it from afar
The lonely fallen stone.

People walk up and down
Fail to notice the beauty of this stone
An angel in human form passes that way
Picks this lonely fallen stone away

She cleanses this stone with love, 
Glitters with her tender loving care
With warmth, she colors it with all hues
Makes it beautiful and precious once more