I was lying at the bottom of a waterfall,
The torrent pounded me day and night,
Relentlessly, constantly, and without mercy,
I endured the pain, crying and screaming.
No one heard my wails above the roar,
Still, I cried, drowning my sorrows in the flood,
The very force that struck me constantly,
Was slowly smoothing down my jagged edges.
One day a man came to bathe in the water,
He found me there and lifted me with care,
He brought me home and transformed me,
He sculpted a beautiful deity out of me.
Even though the process was painful,
I became something people worshipped.
