Beneath our feet, where secrets lie,
The Earth’s grand tapestry unfolds,
In molten whispers, plates comply,
Their stories in the crust are told.

At divergent bounds, they drift apart,
A rift in time, where new lands birth,
Magma rises from the heart,
Creation’s pulse upon the Earth.

Converging paths, a clash of might,
Mountains soar and trenches deep,
A testament to nature’s fight,
Where ancient forces do not sleep.

Transforming lines, they slide and grind,
A dance of stress, of quake and shift,
In silence, they reshape, redefine,
The continents, adrift, adrift.