As carbon lies in hidden tombs,
the weight of the world on its shoulder,
its cells align, and, groaning deep,
its troubles make it smolder;
but as the pressures bearing down
create unbearable stresses,
from earthen womb bursts forth a gem
of diamond-studded tresses.
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As your hope lies in hidden tombs,
the weight of the world on its shoulder,
its cells align, begin to weep,
for troubles make it smolder;
but as the pressures bearing down
create unbearable stresses,
from spirit’s womb bursts forth a gem
transformed, by pain’s successes.