Beneath the surface, silent might,
The plates converge, then take their flight,
With every tremor, every quake,
New landscapes form, old ones break.

Boundaries shift, unseen below,
Mountains rise, and oceans grow,
A dance of earth, in constant flux,
Creation born from mighty tucks.

The rift and ridge, the trench so deep,
Secrets of the earth they keep,
A symphony of fire and stone,
The planet’s pulse, its very bone.

Through clash and crash, the world is made,
A testament to forces played,
In every crack, a story told,
Of nature’s power, fierce and bold.