The mirror stands,
As elegant and beautiful as ever.
The Mahogany frame, engraved
With a soothing floral pattern.
The mirror is true,
Showing at face value.
Reflecting light cast upon its surface,
The mirror is scorned,
Enraged by its captivation,
Stones are cast in every direction.
Shattered; ten thousand pieces of
Broken Glass cascade onto the floor.
A man is left with the shards,
Contemplating how to rebuild.
He slowly proceeds to link together,
Piece by piece, hour by hour.
The fragments are bound with his tears,
The frame is shaped from nearby Sequoias,
The engraving is restored with a floral pattern
Which far surpasses the original,
In both beauty and elegance.
The mirror is Reborn.