Tidal Waves and Volcanoes

Like the flowing rage of magma it drapes across the land sweet and sickly smell of sulfur Making love to noses up high down low alike Lake of fire bubbling about and kissing the kingdom of the frightened, their fiery smiles blossom A flower Singular in its purpose It buds and pollinates the rest Like the flowing rage of water it sweeps across the land crisp and clean smell of fresh and new Tidal waves making love to the land the noses are full they come clean in the wash