Where raw and ragged lips of earth
curl back in lurid, mocking grin
and with a callous roar of mirth
unleash the fiery sea within..
The smooth and glistening tongue of fire
devours its prey with blistering ease
and turrets to an angry spire
to carry death upon a breeze..
As cascades of a mordant ash
lay waste to realms as yet unkissed
by lake of flame, the spitting sash
does Nature's succour yet enlist..
As cascades of a mordant ash
lay waste to realms as yet unkissed
by lake of flame, the spitting sash
does Nature's succour yet enlist..
When swathes of twisted land are wrought
to furrows in the consequence
the maiden's hand is slyly sought
to pacify or damn offence..
Though us mortals rage at such display,
suspicious of its lowly worth,
it is but Maiden Nature's way
to expedite her world's rebirth..
Although it's fury will fade and die...
Take care!
It will return someday...
This is Mother Natures way..
This is Mother Natures way.