In the heart of the Earth, a fiery beast,
Volcanoes lie dormant, waiting to release.
Their molten rage bubbling deep below,
A force of nature that's ready to show.
Silent giants, towering high,
Their beauty masked by a deadly sigh.
The earth trembles, the skies turn dark,
As the volcanoes awaken with a fiery spark.
Eruptions fierce, spewing ash and flame,
Devouring all in their path without shame.
The land is scarred, the air choked with smoke,
As the fiery rivers of lava evoke.
Communities shattered, lives torn apart,
As the volcanoes unleash their fiery heart.
Homes destroyed, dreams turned to ash,
A tragic tale of nature's deadly clash.
But amidst the chaos, a sense of awe,
At the power of nature, so raw.
For in the destruction, there lies a beauty,
A reminder of Earth's primal duty.
To shape and mold, to create and destroy,
Volcanoes stand as a symbol of joy.
A reminder of the Earth's fierce might,
A force of nature that burns so bright.
So let us respect these fiery peaks,
And the havoc they wreaks.
For in their sadness lies a tale,
Of nature's power, fierce and frail.
