What are the signs if any,
That something is on the edge
of Erupting.
Are there no smoke signals,
No phenomena to heed,
to let you know something is building?
Deep beneath the surface,
Where everything is surely collected,
lies years of accumulated
stress, fear, and despair.
An unimaginable amount and power,
able to sear the earth plain.
When it becomes to much, who will be there to blame?
The surface will shatter, and the load will scatter,
Those above and around,
Will stand shocked and open-mouthed.
How could this have happened?
It was only natural,
So much for so long,
Of course it would spill out.