In earth's embrace, rocks forever change,
Through a cycle that knows no end.
From blazing heat, they first emerge,
As magma rises, fierce and untamed.
As cooling lava claims the land,
Igneous rocks take their stand,
With crystalline patterns, bold and grand.
Witness to earth's volcanic might.
But water's touch, a sculptor in time,
Carves canyons deep and wears them down,
Weathered fragments tumble, grain by grain,
To form new sediments, layer by layer.
Amidst the weight of eons past,
These sediments compact, grow tight;
Metamorphic rocks, reborn at last,
With colors shift and textures rare.
And then the heat's relentless call
Beckons the cycle to begin anew.
Deep beneath earth's fiery hall,
Rocks melt and rise, their journey's start.
Igneous once more, their dance repeats,
In a rhythmic flow that never fades.
The rock cycle turns, its symphony complete,
A testament to time's vast design.
Beneath our feet and all around,
The story of rocks is endlessly profound,
They teach us of earth's eternal round,
As they tell their tales, through cycles, untold.