I am clay

 Many are the dreams of young girls from the west and eastern sea,
For a man to hold the torch that was ignited by the star,
Called the Sun. 
But buried beneath the grandeur of the green sentience awe
Lay gold and silver, diamond a jewel precious and wildly adored,
But the clay is often ignored!
I am clay, but God made men from the dust
Not from gold, or the light that blazed from the sun.
Ordinary things, is often what makes life drive along
On the road of tribulation, I am yet to see what this clay has not endured.

K.Oni