The riven rock, though broken seeming,
Stands as strong, it's surface gleaming,
As did it when man last beheld
The rock entire, unparalled.
The flowing stream, in two divided
By diversion man provided,
Rejoins itself with no complaint
At its predestined future date.
And gemstones rich, at home in cavings
Of the earth, fall prey to cravings
Mortals have, and them they use:
Yet shine these still when worn as jewels.
As nature keeps her pride unshaken
Though she's broken, torn or taken:
My guidance shall I take from this
When torn or taken by his kiss.
