Volcano

The lava flies out, a great big eruption! Leaving behind a trail of destruction. Some say it looks like a firework display, I would rather be in one of those any day. Some people take shelter, others are running, But none can escape, using speed or cunning. Heat, smoke and fire, in every direction, wherever you hide, there is no protection. But after a while, the dust comes to rest, the lava is frozen, and so it is best. At the minute it’s tar-like and black, Soon will trees and flowers grow back.