Clay

Fundamentally earthy,

It should make sense that 

My name rhymes with clay

Not malleable, but versatile 

Not shapeable, but

Transformed into beautiful things

Spun into something elegant,

Created to hold things of abundance 

And sentiment 

And if I so happen to crack 

Please paint silver within the lines

For even if you cannot shape me

Back into complacency, 

I can be transformed back 

Into something beautiful