An oyster won’t craft a pearl so bright,
Unless it faces a wound or slight.
A grain of sand, a tiny pest,
Invades its shell, disturbs its rest.
To shield itself, it coats with care,
Layer by layer, smooth and rare.
Through time and pain, the pearl is spun,
A gleaming gem when all is done.
From hurt and trials, beauty grows,
A lesson nature softly shows.
The more the pearls, the more the grace,
Adversity can be embraced.
