In the heart of the silent night, a rumble begins,
A whisper of the earth’s deep, hidden sins.
Mountains awake with a fiery breath,
Painting the sky with a dance of death.

Lava flows like rivers of molten gold,
Tales of ancient power silently told.
Ash clouds rise to touch the stars,
While nature’s fury leaves its scars.

Forests tremble, creatures flee,
As the earth shakes with wild glee.
The horizon glows with a crimson hue,
A testament to forces old, yet new.

But in the chaos, life finds a way,
Seeds of renewal in the ashes lay.
A cycle of destruction, yet rebirth,
The eternal dance of our living earth.