Answer:
IG: yiimbert
I am a rock. I was born deep beneath the earth's surface, in the molten magma that flows beneath the crust. For millions of years, I stayed there, a part of the earth's mantle, hot and molten.
But then something happened. The earth's crust shifted, and a crack formed. Suddenly, I was pushed upwards, towards the surface, in a rush of hot lava. I flowed out of a volcano, a glowing red mass that hardened into a solid rock as it cooled.
For centuries, I lay there on the ground, exposed to the elements. Wind, rain, and sun beat down on me, slowly breaking me down into smaller and smaller pieces. I was weathered and worn, but I was still a rock.
Then, one day, a river flooded and picked me up, carrying me downstream. I bounced and tumbled along the riverbed, rubbing against other rocks and wearing away even more. But eventually, the river slowed, and I settled on the bottom.
I was covered by more and more sediment, layers of sand, clay, and other rocks. The weight of these layers pushed down on me, compressing me into a dense, hard rock. I was no longer the same rock I had been when I was born, but I was still a rock.
For millions of years, I lay there, deep beneath the earth's surface, buried under layer upon layer of sediment. But then, something changed again. The earth's crust shifted once more, and I was pushed upwards, towards the surface, in a rush of molten magma.
Once again, I flowed out of a volcano, a glowing red mass that hardened into a solid rock as it cooled. But this time, I was different. I had been through the rock cycle, transformed from a molten mass to a solid rock, worn down by weathering and erosion, buried and compressed, and then brought back to the surface.
I was no longer the same rock I had been when I was born, but I was still a rock. And I knew that someday, I would be transformed again, as the earth's processes continued to shape and change me, and the other rocks around me.