Brightness

From the dark and deep depths
where no light can be found
A single dark dirty rock
sits.
waiting.
Its surrounding began to warm immensely
The black rock begins to feel a heavy pressure slowly crushing it
shaping it
conforming it
The metamorphosis is now complete the rock waits
it waits for a new beginning
it waits for its hard dirty covering to be cracked
It seeks the light so it can shine iridescently
A small finger of light penetrates the darkness surrounding it
its centennial wait is no more
its former husk falls away from it in dark clods
the finger of light turns into a thumb then to a hand
dirt and crust falls from all around it as it beams with its many colours
finally it is ready.
From a dirty black rock to a peice of beauty, awe and wonder.