I look beyond my balcony
At a mountain coughing smoke
It seems to be in agony
As it has started to choke
Molten rock and burning breeze
Begin a downhill run
Where once there were flowers and trees
And now there are none
Don't quote me, for I may be wrong
But wild horses, here, roamed free
Even birds sang all day long
Whom people from all over came to see
Nothing, not even my balcony remain
From the anger shown by this mountains pain
Spewing its core with nothing to gain
Leaving behind a charred terrain.
C. Vergara
07.02.2008
Wow....I can visualize this disaster. Well penned White Tiger and nicely crafted. To my favorites! 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
volcanic eruption well penned