Beneath the quiet, gentle earth,
A mighty force begins to stir.
In shadows deep, its heart does birth,
A symphony of fire and infer.
The mountain trembles, skyward gaze,
As molten rivers start their flight.
In crimson hues, the world ablaze,
A dance of chaos, fierce and bright.
The ash cloud rises, dark and wide,
A cloak that veils the sunlit day.
Yet beauty in destruction hides,
An artist painting night with gray.
When silence falls, the earth renews,
From ash and flame, life finds its way.
The cycle turns, with ancient cues,
A testament to nature’s sway.