Where molten rock and pressure trance.

Giant plates, a puzzle vast,

In constant motion, shifting fast.

From spreading ridges, magma flows,

New crust is born, where life bestows.

At trenches deep, they meet and bend,

One dives beneath, the story's end.

Mountains rise, where forces clash,

Volcanoes erupt, with fiery flash.

Earthquakes tremble, shake the ground,

As plates collide, with thunderous sound.

Continents drift, across the sphere,

From ancient times, the story's clear.

Pangea's form, once whole and grand,

Now scattered pieces, on every land.

The earth's a breathing, living thing,

With plates that move, and mountains sing.

A constant dance, of heat and might,

Shaping our world, day and night.