Beneath the surface, where the ancients sleep,
Lie treasures of time, secrets they keep.
Rocks and minerals, in silence they speak,
Of epochs gone by, of mountains and peaks.

In crystal caverns, where light seldom gleams,
Shimmering gems, born from molten streams.
Each facet and fold, a story untold,
Of pressure and time, of heat and the cold.

Granite and quartz in the heart of the land,
Formed by the ages, by nature’s own hand.
Their textures so varied, their colors so grand,
A testament to forces we barely understand.

From sapphire blues to emerald greens,
The beauty of nature in mineral sheens.
A symphony silent, yet deeply profound,
The whispers of the earth, in rocks all around.