Volcano Poem 🌋

Mountain of mountains 

Where the fire of the earth fountains 

From the womb of the deep 

The pillars of smoke creep 

Ground beneath is torn asunder 

The sky is split with holy thunder 

Ash and cinders from the sky

Black rain falls from on high 

The other mountains bow to thee 

Who can raise isles from the sea 

Can resurrect thyself and return again 

Block the sun or withhold the rain 

Make fertile the dirt 

Or cause much hurt 

Make flowers bloom 

Or enshroud with gloom 

When thy work is done at last 

And the time of destruction is past 

Then thee passes into dreamless sleep 

The power of creation yours to keep.