Beneath the ocean’s vast embrace,
Where silent giants meet and trace,
The earth’s gentle breath begins to sway,
In a dance that shapes the light of day.

Boundaries carved by time’s hand,
A silent chorus across the land,
Where mountains rise and valleys sink,
Nature’s artistry in every brink.

The crust whispers tales of old,
In every fold, secrets told,
A symphony of heat and stone,
A universe within the unknown.

As plates converge and drift apart,
They weave the earth’s eternal heart,
In every tremor, every sigh,
The echoes of creation fly.