#refining strength

*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