Volcano by Michael Curzan
Beneath the Earth, immense masses of magma move.
Bubbling brimstone bursts from the ground.
A catastrophic crackling and cracking.
Fissures fracture and exhale fumes.
Silvery ash wafts on the breeze.
Clouds of dust carry across the sky.
Flickery fingers of flame shoot up.
Flows of lava slide down the sloping sides.
Then, the subterranean pressure subsides at last.
The dust settles.
The spewed-out material cools into rock.
The ages slip past, and it softens into fertile soil.
Grass and flowers establish their place here.
They wait until it happens again.
Hi Michael ... your mathematical exercise and proofs are amazing and challenging🙃 I never got to read your Volcano poem ... and I must say that it is beautiful ... I hope you have entered that into some contest for it would surely win accolades ... love you bunches ... my brilliant, gorgeous and loving Grandson💗 Gramma