Dating

 There is a hill,
       where unwanted live,

 Just outside of town,
             Past the old abandoned,
       gas station,
                 where the sign,
                       displays,

                    Petrol .99

     Its up a old service road,
                           where grass is,
                slowly returning,
                       the route back to nature,

    Is is here,
        the road ends,
     
                  But climb,

           for on top of a mound,
                     of processed,
                 blackened earth,

          We mine the soil,
                              continuously,
                   in search for,
                         the perfect gem.