Beneath the sky, where shadows play,
A giant stirs in molten clay,
Its heart of fire, a burning core,
Awaits the time to fiercely roar.

The mountain sleeps, but not in peace,
For deep within, the flames increase,
A trembling earth, a warning sign,
Of nature’s power, so divine.

Lava flows and ashes rise,
Painting scarlet in the skies,
A dance of chaos, wild and free,
The volcano’s fierce decree.

Yet in its wake, new life will bloom,
From the fiery forge, dispelling gloom,
A cycle old, yet ever new,
The volcano’s gift, in hues of blue.