A volcano awakens.,

Much against its will,

its dreams disturbed.

It stretches and vibrates.

Its energy resonates.

Not knowing when it will explode,

and the lava will engulf and enmesh all.

Trap and solidify all underneath.

Simmering, bubbling,

Can feel the slight tremors at times,

rumblings and violent shakes at others,

increasing and increasing,

Vociferous and demanding.

The shell tries to restrain the tremblings,

Th earth tries to hem them in,

tries to beat them down, repress them,

but that ain’t the way of nature,

You can try but you cannot subdue

Nature’s fury when unleashed.

The roaring increases and increases in sound and volume,

sulfurous vapors fill the air, dust particles float in the air, s

small fragments of soil are coming loose,

Heat increases in ferocity

Fear expands amongst the living as they sense

something about to happen

The wise ones escape to lower places, the unwise ones

adhere to the tower..

The dynamic urge to release builds up%2

and the entire body shakes and rages,

the walls quiver and split,

the mouth fumes and vents open,

the control is lost, now there can be no restraint,

as the hot boiling lava inside surges in fury,

destroying all in its way,

red, shining, gleaming, fuming, sulfurous, boiling,

Sliding, spreading, creeping

It comes out through the vents and the opening,

erupts in  a mass of red glory,

covering the land around, drowning

the unwary who remained nearby

trapped for ever in its hot embrace.

Spreading, slowly, silently,

enveloped by fumes and smoke and dust as its bridesmaids,

It spreads far and wide,

covering all and sundry.

slows, slows, as the fury recedes,

Nature is happier, kinder now, her wrath subsides,

She regrets her anger,

The sight of destruction all around,

blackened land, dead plants, and carcasses.

She weeps gently as her rain falls on the hot ground

through her clouds,

cooling and wiping off the hot embers of her anger.

Her sighs resound as her winds disperse the hot smoke and dust,

bringing fresh breezes in its wake.

The land cooling, the lava is no more hot, it is just black mess

And Nature wonders, was this my anger?

In her tenderness, she reminds some little seeds left unscathed,

buried deep inside the mother earth,

to bring life back to the ravished land.

prods them to put new leaves forth,

as they spring from the old,

The New rises over the body of the old.

The dry, deadened earth soon glistens with bedecked green, and

the volcano sleeps fitfully

till another time, another place, another day