The mountain roars its vicious threat 'Get Away', As the rumbling earth begins to play. The sparks danced in the sky, And lights blinked strange colors up high. The foggy gray air swallowed the light, And the hot red lava started its flight. The heat kissed my cheeks so red, As the lava stream made its bed. Magma cooked beneath my feet, And rows of trees screamed out from the heat. The volcanic cherry syrup swam out to sea, And you could hear the earth sing out with glee.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of prose. Could you read my poetry?