Her Name is Granite (science poem)

by Someone Invisible   Mar 31, 2013


I had to write this to save my grade in environmental science class. Please forgive lmao

Magma so hot, flowing so smooth
hits a dead end and finds finnaly, cool air that soothes.
Not so cold it freezes, not so cool it frost;
just cool enough to harden with crystalized rocks.

Now with this rock it's slow and steady,
her crystals forming when they're ready.
Deep inside and way below
the magma's cooling really slow.
Her race that of the igneaous intrusive,
and at that not very exclusive.
She's filled with Silicandeoxide,
can't decide if she wants to go topside.
Around about 34km deep,
that's when she'll start to weep;
If only she wasn't so filled with water,
that would make melting her so much harder.

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