MY CREATIVE TASK-
MY POEM ON THE ROCK CYCLE:
Maybe I started high up, on the highest mountain
Weathering and erosion will break me up, and bring me down
Where I'll travel for who knows how long,
Until I reach the water, and down I'll still go
Where I'll be buried in the depths of the earth.
Perhaps I started deep down beneath the ground
Under the surface where the earth's core is deadly hot
Where molten rock reaches the highest temperatures
And then, maybe, I was either squashed upwards,
to become Metamorphic rock,
Where I either melted once more
Or eventually rose to the surface
But then again,
I could just as easily have gone a completely different path
To reach the surface from the depths
I could have been spat out the mouth of a fiery, furious volcano
As extrusive igneous rock, where I landed on the earth's surface
Or my last option, from Sedimentary rock
Would be to become intrusive Igneous rock
Trapped beneath the earths surface,
Cooling at the slowest of rates
Forming small crystals.
Really, it's impossible to know where I began
Because I'll never end
I'm trapped in a cycle
Forever changing
But always just a small rock