Pneumatolysis

In a land of rocks and stones so grand, There lived a magical, fiery band. Magma flowed with gasses so fine, Changing rocks with powers divine. Pneumatolysis was their name, Transforming minerals was their game. With a hiss and a sizzle, they'd appear, Making crystals so precious and clear. They'd dance and twirl, with colors so bright, Turning dull rocks into a wondrous sight. Hydrothermal magic, they would bring, Creating beauty, like a fairy's wing. The rocks would shimmer, the crystals gleam, In the presence of this magical team. Children would marvel, their eyes wide, At the wonders that Pneumatolysis would provide. So let us remember, the power they possess, To change the world with their fiery caress. Pneumatolysis, a geologic delight, Transforming rocks, with all their might. Random page: IWCCW Women's Championship