A Lump of Clay

I was given a Lump of Clay,
And I was told to make It art.
And though I knew that I would try,
I was scared deep in my heart.

And as I started shaping,
It dropped upon the ground.
And then It was all dusty,
With no hope to be found.

But still I kept on trying,
However It had many bumps.
I figured It was normal,
It wouldn’t end up in the dumps.

I decided to think of a name,
Though It was far from done.
I chose to call It Life,
And I knew It would be a good one.