A gem cutter

Holds a dull, pale green stone

In his hand

A common stone,

Uncut and unpolished

With rough hewn edges

That were lightly hammered,

To knock off brittle.

Saved and ground,

to a shape desired by him

then sanded to remove

the rough marks,

he polishes it,

to a mirror like finish

the light reflected off the surface,

makes it shine and glimmer

rough upon rough

has turned a common stone,

into a shining, smooth gem;

A stone of value.

it never ceases to amaze the gem cutter

how a stone from the earth

becomes so priceless

by four simple tasks;

saw, ground, sand and polish