Far from the surface

Lies the hearth

Miles away from the leveller

Rests the cave of turbulence

Sounds from a fable

Sound sweet and stable

A dead volcano

Alternates with a shocking inferno

Exasperated lie the trees and the flowers

The earth looks up, waiting for the showers

The rains run down and deep

A cut rock lets the water seep

Blocks of mass await the heat

Make them flow, sing dreams sweet

Sounds from afar

Knock loudly at the door ajar

If a little warmth could make it melt

The heat will make it char

And the silent tinderbox shall shield a scar


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