From mountain high to ocean floor,
A journey long, a cycle to explore.
The rock, a silent, steadfast form,
Through time's embrace, it's ever reborn.
Born of fire, magma's might,
Cooling slow, a crystal light.
Intrusive, deep, or extrusive flow,
Igneous rock, a fiery glow.
The wind and rain, the sun's warm kiss,
Wear down the mountains, a gentle bliss.
Sediment grains, a shifting tide,
Compacted, cemented, side by side.
The earth's embrace, a gentle hold,
Sedimentary rock, a story told.
Beneath the crust, the earth's great heat,
Transforms the stone, a metamorphosis sweet.
Pressure builds, a mighty force,
Metamorphic rock, a changing course.
The cycle spins, a constant flow,
From mountain peak to valley low.
The rock transforms, a constant dance,
A testament to time's expanse.
So look around, the ground beneath your feet,
The story of the rock cycle, incomplete.
For in the earth, a silent song,
The rock's tale whispers, ever strong.