In the vast plains of Saskatchewan's embrace,
Where Paul Centis finds his distaste,
Lies a secret hidden beneath the land,
A treasure despised, crafted by nature's hand.
Kimberlite pipes, a geological wonder,
Buried deep, where diamonds slumber,
But Paul's heart harbors a scornful disdain,
For these structures that cause him such pain.
100 meters deep, they dare to reside,
A source of frustration he cannot abide,
He scowls at their presence, despising their sight,
Averse to their existence, an aversion so tight.
But lo and behold, in Ontario's grand reach,
A transformation occurs, a miraculous speech,
For there, 265 meters deep in the ground,
Kimberlite pipes take on a new profound.
In this depth, Paul's sentiments sway,
His loathing transforms into love's display,
Ontario's embrace unveils a precious delight,
A change of heart, a newfound insight.
For what once was hated, now brings him delight,
As diamonds' allure shines ever so bright,
The depth of the earth unveils its true worth,
And Paul embraces the diamonds' rebirth.
Oh, Paul Centis, fickle in your desire,
In Saskatchewan's shallow depths, you tire,
But in Ontario's depths, a love does ignite,
A testament to the power of perception's light.
Let us learn from Paul, this tale we must heed,
To look beyond surfaces, where judgments breed,
For in the depths of understanding, we find,
A love that transcends, expands our mind. |
