The Transformation

Walking in the woods I found a tiny wooden stick,

As I hit it against the tree, it turned into a brick.

Surprised, I hit that brick against a bigger tree,

And that brick turned into a stone for free.

I understood these woods have magical powers,

And then was waiting for the rain showers.

As soon as it started to pour heavily,

I lifted the stone high up for it to meet the rain happily.

I soon felt some black powder on me roll,

lo behold! the stone had turned into coal! 

Just when I was about to throw it away,

With those pieces of coal gone astray.

I somehow understood the story here,

The final moral, I knew was somewhere near.

Searching all around I finally found it,

The open space; by the sun it was brightly lit.

I held the piece of coal very carefully,

Which turned into an ember, but really slowly.

It fell out of my hands that bright stone,

I just lay there besides it all alone.

When I woke up, I couldn't find it somehow.

I thought it would have cooled down by now.

And that would have been end of the story,

But then through the sand grains, in all its glory,

I could see something shine brightly,

I said to myself, "na, this is highly unlikely.

It can't be what I think it is," But I was wrong,

Something that I just picked up walking along,

Had turned into the most precious gem on this island,

the biggest ever known to mankind; a diamond.