Many years

Many many years,
Must pass;
Before
Piles of coal,
Can transform;
Into a handful
Of diamonds.

Many many months,
Must pass;
Before
Seeds of wheat,
Can turn;
The fields into
Golden harvest.

Many many days,
Must pass;
Before,
The new moon
Can rule;
The starlit skies
Once again.

Many many hours,
Must pass;
Before,
The morning sun
Can emerge;
After a long
Cold night.

Many many lives,
Have led;
You,
To this moment;
So you
Can finally fulfill;
Your destiny.

© Jay Kaushal