Glaciers dance with Newton's laws

In the stillness of frost, the glacier rests, Bound by the law of inertia’s quest. Silent and steady, it clings to the land, Until gravity whispers its gentle command. A force unseen begins the glide, Massive and ancient, it cannot hide. For Newton spoke: F = ma, And so the glacier carves its way. Downward it presses, a relentless might, Through valleys and time, both day and night. The ice grinds rock in a cold embrace, Shaping the earth, leaving its trace. But action meets reaction's call, As the glacier leans, the earth stands tall. The ground pushes back with an equal refrain, And meltwater flows where the ice once reigned. From towering peaks to rivers below, The laws of motion direct the flow. A timeless tale of ice and stone, Where Newton’s wisdom is clearly shown.