The Road to Diamonds

Vibrations cannot lie,

They exist, no matter all my clothing,

Much like a diamond in the dirt

Or dog shit in gold coating. 

 

But there's this fascinating flow in life -  

The law of transformation:

If I am born a canine's stool, 

Soon I'll become the ground I lay on. 

 

So please don't cover me in gold

Or other precious metals, 

You'd only trap me in a shell

And stunt my phylogenesis. 

 

I know my road, I know it well, 

Without my senses I will get there, 

With the earth, I'll crystallize  

And as a diamond, reappear. 

 

- Alissa Alekseeva