Under the Volcano Part 1 of 2

Mighty flowers shake above the quake Children run for cover under clouds of ash Burnt down houses driven off by lava flow The volcano makes a path That other world we know Sometimes survival is based on luck Lightning bolts hardly audible Crash anyway through the confusion Hills stop there suddenly Summoned up on rocky miles Settle down exactly where they are Once the ground calms down To claim their own in style By the shore before the sun forms giants Shadows that emerge, cast on the ocean In compliance with the winds and clouds Pointed edges grow sharp towers on the morn Outside where sound elements belong Born on electric currents moving over waves By horizons line as lightning strikes Reflecting light lifts landscapes rolling gray Covers Earth over on a parade with particles Hectic red steadfast ejects metallic crimson rocks Lays bare their soul on solemn waters edge They sparkle red instead of living on their own Blue oceans form complexions overhead Far away far reaching desert sands Can speak of dunes and sleeping suns Too far away from clouds to touch them Dried figs hang on the ancient trees Suggestions of a life long gone forgotten Lost in a deeper slumber Summoned up, dawning on the past While too much sand gets in the way of thought Survivors at the waters edge ask questions What's in the ocean but more sea Why is the sky raining red and fire ash Warning signals measure mysteries