The volcano erupts within my mind.

The flames spill over and consume

the emotions of the day.

Rolling down and down the hill towards

distant memories and dreams.

The tension built and had to be released.

Once it poured out from the center of the Earth,

the molten tears slid further

down the mountain.

Eventually the heat cooled.

My mind calmed and the chill

caressed the fire.

The lava turned to stone before it hit home.

The eruption of fumes and disaster

created a new field of ashes.

With these nutrients came life emerging.

Green leaves and apple trees.

Flower blossoms.

The volcano burst with life.