I am a diamond. I was mined from most deep.
A shovel and pick found something worth to keep.
My master, my miner moored me in his pack.
I followed him home upon his strong back.
I am a diamond. I was placed in his shed,
With other black diamonds surrounding my bed.
I waited in the cold, sparkling the best that I could,
Hoping to be noticed, sitting beside the miner’s wood.
I am a diamond, beautiful and fine.
My shimmer, cut and luster cause me to shine.
I was found with a purpose and made with much worth.
I’m patiently wondering why I was dug from the earth.
I am a diamond, waiting to bring,
A bracelet, a necklace a wedding ring,
To the miner’s wife, to be worn with love,
I am a diamond sent from above.
The miner came near. He grasped me tight.
He rolled me in his hands and held me to the light.
Speaking to me, he said, “Thank you for your role.”
Then he tossed me to the fire, for I wasn’t a diamond, but a piece of coal.