Deep in the Earth;
From there I came.
From there I came.
Volcano erupted,
Now I'm not the same.
Now I'm not the same.
Magma to lava;
The thought is ingenious.
The thought is ingenious.
Rock experts now;
Classify me as igneous.
Classify me as igneous.
Pounded by sea, the tyrannical waves;
A few of my substance, occasionally saves.
A few of my substance, occasionally saves.
Now please don't go too far;
On your sentiment.
On your sentiment.
I've merely become;
What is called "sediment."
What is called "sediment."
I might scrape up the toe;
Of an unaware jock.
Of an unaware jock.
Once I harden to be;
Sedimentary rock.
Sedimentary rock.
Add heat and some pressure;
I'll show you one more trick.
I'll show you one more trick.
When suddenly;
My name is "Metamorphic."
My name is "Metamorphic."
The heat then grew greater;
I melted inside.
I melted inside.
And back into the Earth;
As magma I ride.
As magma I ride.
Some doubt if I ever;
Will see you again.
Will see you again.
However, the Rock Cycle;
Determines when
Determines when
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ReplyDeletemm you could face your fears and leave your name coward. To Marvalance, this is a beautiful poem and don't let anyone tell you anything else. Its pure emotion nearly brought me to tears, and the raw portrayal of this limitless cycle truly spoke to me. Thank you.
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