time for another pomme..

The true worth,
Of a speck of dirt,
An oyster sees,
When a pearl he weaves.

Dew drops so small,
Enthrall one and all,
On a morning fine,
But only in sunshine.

These qualities divine,
Of oyster and sunshine,
In your mind,
Hidden u'll find.

And that's the key,
That'll fully change thee,
From a speck of dirt,
To the man u'll be.

-the girl.