Marble

Born of heat, and pressed by years,
Marble veined with ancient tears.
White and grey and rose it gleams,
Marble holding sculptors’ dreams.
Palaces where marble shines,
Marble columns, marble lines.
Temples rest on floors of stone,
Marble roots in earth are grown.
Veined in silver, veined in blue,
Marble old yet ever new.
Polished grace in every vein,
Marble gleams through sun and rain.
Smooth and noble, quiet, true,
Marble dawns to marble dew.
For stone that lasts a lifetime through,
StoneMandi.com brings marble to you.