Beneath the tranquil skies, a giant rests,
Its heart of fire pulsing with quiet might.
In dreams of flame, its spirit never tests,
Yet waits in shadows, cloaked from human sight.

The earth trembles with whispers of its call,
As molten rivers carve their destined path.
Upon its crown, the ashen echoes fall,
Foretelling tales of chaos in their wrath.

In moments brief, it wakes from slumber’s hold,
To paint the skies with hues of orange and red.
A timeless story, in its fury told,
Of nature’s power, from the deepest bed.

Yet in its core, a gentle lullaby,
Resides within the beast’s volcanic soul.
A silent promise, ‘neath the starry sky,
To rise again, and once more be made whole.