Iron when molten is malleable the most-
Cooling thereafter transforming into Hammer!
Rock however; by softer strokes,
Could be chiseled, into an intricate Figurine.
Gold is crafted only when melted,
Burning which gives it- its signature shine!
A decaying vegetation turns into Coal;
Taking the fossils n dead meat alongwith.
I am all magma, immersed in veracities,
The strokes don’t hurt me anymore-
I am waiting for the design to conclude;
Resting for a while; while I turn into a Diamond.
Submitted for Magpie Tales