In the heart of mountains, silent tales unfold,
Rocks and minerals in secrets untold.
Each layer a testament to time’s gentle hand,
A chronicle of earth, in every grain of sand.

Beneath our feet, a symphony of old,
Gems and stones, in hues bold and cold.
Their silent whispers in the night’s embrace,
Echoes of history, in a timeless space.

Crystals that shimmer in the morning light,
Reflecting dreams in their pure delight.
Born from the pressure of earth’s gentle kiss,
A dance of nature, a moment of bliss.

Granite, quartz, and emerald green,
Stories of eras that once have been.
In their stillness, a world to explore,
The silent guardians of earth’s core.