Beneath the surface, secrets lie,
Where tectonic plates gently sigh,
In quiet whispers, they converge and part,
A subtle rhythm, an ancient art.

The boundaries drawn in molten breath,
Where creation and destruction play with death,
Mountains rise where giants collide,
And oceans open, vast and wide.

In the depths, a fiery seam,
A line of power, a geologic dream,
Volcanoes roar where plates descend,
In this eternal cycle that will never end.

Boundaries unseen, yet fiercely known,
In every tremor, their presence shown,
They shape the earth, unseen, profound,
In their embrace, our world is bound.