This World We Inhabit

Ash raining from the sky,

Searing, hot winds rushing by,

Plumes of smoke shroud the land,

Like a dark, deathly marching band,

Molten lava flows like a stream,

It's so much hotter than it seems,

But the change is almost peaceful,

The lava silencing life, gliding, graceful,

Over the valley, filling it to the brim,

Listen closely to this prehistoric hymn,

It tells of life, joy, sorrow and death,

When the land has been violently reft,

The earth's magma heart manifesting,

Trees clinging to the dirt, roots protesting,

But the lava wins, greedily grabbing its prize,

It gushes over the land, growing in size,

Soon it stops, finally run out of life,

Leaving the land in a blackened state of strife,

But from this, mountain ranges have formed,

New valleys and hills, a world reformed,

Animals slowly return to this place,

As soon as the plants push through, revealing their face.