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Author Rhonda Kay
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Author Rhonda Kay Hero - Wilson
Inside the Volcano there are hidden cracks,
where no one can see or knows anything about.
They're the cracks where all the ' Garbage ' is .
The garbage grows, grows, expands, and expands
through all the days and the passing seasons.
Everyone is a wear of it's outstanding Beauty
when the Sun shines down on it's high peaks,
than the through the cloud cover it is breath taking.
It is noticed until it starts to grumble, groans and
let's a bit of steam off now and than.
Everyone than looks at it so differently and wonders
why it is groaning, growling, letting off the steam.
Do they not know it is about ready to ' Explode'?
It has been stuffed with so much ' garbage' through
the years that no one ever knew or saw it's now full.
One quiet Beautiful Sun Shinning Morning it happened
not one person below was prepared they were going on
about their busy lives not realizing that the ' Beautiful
Volcano ' had reached it's limit the cracks were over
flowing from the garbage of all the years passed.
The eruption came so Violently, quickly it caught everyone
by surprise they stood stunned, shocked, and afraid.
How could something that has been so beautiful become
so Ugly people all ran in fear of it this once Quiet Beautiful
Volcano that had been the talk of the town is now Ugly.
The folk below so confused, angry, mad, that the beautiful
one could take no more and had been stuffed and stuffed
with their years of crap that the ' cracks ' inside could
hold no more inside that it finally had to 'ERUPT".
Everyone became angry, and mad asking how cold this be.
When the Volcano was quiet, still, beautiful everyone Loved it
But when it became Ugly and Erupted than not one person liked
it anymore because of the Damage it caused and they held her
the Blame for all that had happened how could something so quiet
still and Beautiful cause such havoc on the land and fold below.
They view the volcano so differently now they never look it's way.
Once so Beautiful on the outside stuffed full inside with their garbage
and they stay Angry for ever blaming her for the destruction left
behind, broken pieces of lives never to be the same again time passes
and soon it's all forgotten they once again look at the Beautiful Volcano.
Until the day comes again down the road when it reaches it's breaking
point and ERUPTS for the final time than there is nothing left alive.