Holding a cutted ruby up towards the night sky,
A prefect design revealed
except for the chips and scratches.
The moonlight playing, running, dancing
around and thru it, highlighting and masking
A scar here, a fire there,
a sparkle here, a chip there...
Stories of its journey thru time,
memories etched on...
the beginning a lump of rock,
after polished and cutting, a see-thru stone
Useless and of no valued...
No value, save what people give it
A stone worked by many hands,
Some wear it smooth, some shaped it with tools,
some throw it away and some pass it by