In the silent depths, where the earth’s heart beats,Plates weave a dance, a rhythm so discreet.Borders unseen, yet felt in every quake,Their meeting lines, where worlds awake.Converging fronts, where mountains rise,Colliding forces beneath the skies.Oceans stretch, in divergent flow,New lands born, where waters go.Transforming lines, where tensions play,Sliding past in a silent ballet.Cracks and faults mark their path,Nature’s artistry, in aftermath.In their embrace, the earth renews,With fire and force, it’s born anew.An endless cycle, a timeless tale,The dance of plates, where wonders prevail.