Beneath our feet, a silent song,
Plates converge, diverge, and glide along.
In quiet depths, they weave and sway,
A dance of earth, night and day.

At boundaries where tension sings,
Mountains rise and oceans bring,
Echoes of an ancient tale,
Of earth’s breath, a whispered gale.

Colliding force, a titan’s clash,
Creation’s hand in every crash.
Volcanoes roar, the earth’s own art,
From deep within, the surface parts.

Yet in the silence, a gentle drift,
Where plates slide past and continents shift.
In this ballet of might and grace,
The earth reveals its timeless face.