*This is a poem I wrote a few years ago but realized I hadn't actually published it anywhere to share with people. It's helped me, so I hope it can mean something to someone else too*
The greatest granite mountains
Were born in fiery glow
Before they could stand high above,
They were magma down below
The richest, most pure piece of gold
Was once too hot to touch
But was molded, cooled and guided
And now is worth so much
The tallest tree grown in the woods
Did not get there with ease,
Nor was the softest sandy beach
Made without the pounding seas
Those greatest throughout history
Bore trials, griefs, and pains
For nothing made without them e'er
Outlast the storming rains
So now take peace, my Dear Loved One
When through your life you tire
Just push along, you'll be made strong
As you face refining fire.