An Everlasting Pulchritude
The beauty that still mesmerises us
Of the mountain who used to be a lass
Every time we set our eyes on her
Something makes us wonder
For how can Mother Nature be so gracious
To give us something which, though, we need not choose
Is, nevertheless, so spectacular
That no other mountain is at par?
She’s so magnificent
Though she explodes every now and then
Each of her eruptions
Is worth several captions
What would scare us to leave?
The magma? The raining of ash?
The broken debris? The boulders?
Or the lava-fountaining and showers?
But these are the same matters
That add to the volcano’s wonders
Because from a safe distance
Are spots for other-worldly trance!
For tourists and visitors,
Even to locals and natives,
Its explosion and eruption
Are tourist attractions
Why are we not afraid then,
Do you ever wonder?
Because we always see her…
As a beautiful lady with the usual temper.
But at most times, she’s calm and collected,
And the grace she exudes,
Makes her being volcano,
Forgotten and overlooked.
With clouds she's often covered
As clothes she dances with,
But when they reveal her,
A splendid beauty you will discover...