In the silent night, a tremor stirs the ground,
Whispers of ancient power, deep and profound.
The mountain awakens with a fiery breath,
A dance of destruction, a prelude to death.

Rivers of molten fury carve their path,
Through forests and fields, inciting wrath.
The sky, a canvas of swirling gray,
As nature’s masterpiece takes the day.

Echoes of thunder in a volcanic roar,
As earth and sky collide once more.
The air is thick with ash and fear,
A world transformed, both far and near.

Yet from the ashes, life shall bloom,
Nature’s promise amid the gloom.
A cycle unbroken, in fire’s embrace,
Renewal and hope find their place.