Had the clay lamented

On getting moulded,

Would the pretty vase still stand

In the corner of your room?

Had the gold turned black

While upon the fire,

Would it still be locked

In safe?

Had the marble grumbled

About getting chiselled,

Would the sculpture be admired

By the countless eyes?

Had the stone grieved

Upon being filed,

Would a diamond

Take birth?

Had the pearl sobbed

On getting pierced,

Would it be adorned

Around your neck?

Had a tiny sapling succumbed

To the raging wind

Would the earth relish

An orchard?

Had you given up

At your first fall,

Could you stand today

Upright and tall?