EtH
There’s no smoke without fire, there’s always something within,
And when any plates separate, the eruption begins,
The plume puffs into the sky ‘til none is left uncovered,
Bringing lightning bolts and spawning endless thunder,
Once a dormant disaster, clouds cannot clear the ash,
As lava floods down a mountain of appearing cracks,
A rip-roaring river, and the colouring red,
It’s current occurring from the current events,
The barrage leaves all in its tracks, battered and bludgeoned,
All destroyed but one tree which stays standing above it,
It branches out, until it’s floating past the birds,
To evade the backdrop of a molten massacre,
In a war torn warzone; this tree stands defiant,
Avoiding vicious advances of volcanic violence,
This tree is forgotten as the magma worsens,
It’s roots embedded, yet can’t scratch the surface,
It sleeps next to the hearth but doesn’t take a hit,
Each and every cherry blossom still remains unsinged,
Still remains uncharred, it seems fire retardant,
Keeping out of the flames, and it’s trying it’s hardest,
The depths below are too deep a fall,
And these natural causes are the least of all,
The separation of plates is no reason for this,
So it’s as easy as this;
As long as this tree will exist;
It will reach in the mist to feel the breeze of the wind,
So as Mother Nature collides hard with Father Time,
Despite the fight it stays standing fine,
Like a stalagmite; its remaining a cliff hanger,
Surviving the divorce of its mother and its father.