If I were an small island firmly rested on the same spot,
my possibility of no longer being an island
rests solely on the tectonic plates that created me, or not?
for these plates can create volcanoes when they move,
and when these volcanoes erupt, oh erupt madly in love,
with their sizzling, burning lava can create me, or not?
similarly, when these plates move angrily, so abrupt,
they can divide me and destroy me, or not?
Just like when these same tectonic plates go for a stroll,
so calmly, and friendly, taking me closer to other shores
They can make me become one, one with the rest of the world, or not?
I guess my possibility of no longer being an island on the same spot
really rests solely on the tectonic plates moving, or not?
