Beneath the soil, deep and profound,
Plates of stone in silence abound.
They drift and clash in cosmic play,
Shaping the world in their silent way.
At the ridge, they part and give birth,
Magma rises to greet the earth.
New lands emerge from fiery seams,
Forged in heat, like ancient dreams.
Where they converge, mountains arise,
Touching the very edge of the skies.
Their mighty peaks, a testament strong,
To nature’s power, a timeless song.
And at the fault, the earth does quake,
A reminder of the risks we take.
Yet in their dance, beauty we find,
The moving plates, a wonder entwined.