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
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