Beneath our feet, the ancient stones lie,
Whispering tales of eons gone by.
In their silence, a symphony plays,
Echoes of time in each layer and phase.

Granite and quartz, steadfast and true,
Holding secrets in their crystalline hue.
From mountains tall to riverbeds low,
Their strength and beauty forever flow.

Minerals sparkling in the sun’s warm light,
Hidden treasures unveiled by their glistening sight.
They speak of the earth’s fiery birth,
And the delicate balance of our precious worth.

In the quiet of rocks, a lesson profound,
Of patience, endurance, and cycles unbound.
The silent guardians, they stand and they wait,
Telling the story of our planet’s fate.