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.