An Everlasting Pulchritude

The beauty that still mesmerises us

Of the mountain who used to be a lass

Every time we set our eyes on her

There’s something that makes us wonder

For how can Mother Nature be so gracious

To give us something which, though, we need not choose

Is, nevertheless, so spectacular

That no other mountain is at par?

She’s so magnificent

Though she explodes every now and then

Her every eruption

Is still worth a caption

What would scare us to leave?

The magma, the raining of ash?

The broken debris, the boulders?

Or the lava fountaining and showers?

But these are the same matters

That add to the volcano’s wonders

Because from a safe distance

Are spots for other-worldly trance

For tourists and visitors,

Even to locals and natives,

Its explosion and eruption

Are tourist attractions

Why are we not afraid then,

Have you ever wondered?

Because we always see her…

As a beautiful lady with that usual temper.

But at most times, she’s calm and collected,

And the grace she always exudes,

Makes her being a volcano,

Forgotten and overlooked.

With clouds she is often covered.

As clothes she dances with,

But when they reveal her,

A splendid beauty you will discover.

- writing began March 4, 2018; completed today, August 26, 2018.