#23 - Obsidian and the Rock Cycle

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Obsidian the Chilean was 

plunged into oblivion,

as he fell ten thousand feet

met with pressure and heat.


Soon he realized

he was metamorphosized

into a high-grade, foliated

metamorphic rock!


When he had risen

to the surface again,

he felt himself crumble

into a truly, frightful jumble.


He then learned

that this was called sediment,

as he collected himself

into further redevelopment.


But once he had solidified,

he was again falling

under Earth’s surface,

helplessly crying,


“Please let this be

The last time I come

to this absolutely atrocious place.

What a disgrace!”


Only no one could hear him

when the conditions got squalid

being melted to magma

and cooling back to solid.


He looked around in surprise

knowing he was igneous again,

gave a great big sigh

and started to cry.


But soon enough,

Obsidian the Chilean was 

plunged into oblivion

as he fell ten thousand feet

met with pressure and heat…


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