The Secrets that We Hold

The mountain protects its chamber

deep below her base,

buried underground to mature,

grow and heat. Magma,

her child she nurtures

hiding from the world the

evil that she breeds.

Majestically she reaches towards

sapphire sky, like praising

heavens purity with unseen

arms.  Mighty pines

sprinkle her landscape,

varied greens adorn her

like emeralds that she wears.

Each transgression

made against her heats her

precious child another thousand

degrees. Churning her pain

in torturous circles, pressuring for

release, it builds.

Sky birds flit among the clouds

that sit upon her peak

like crowns from those who

purport to adore her beauty.

Sun’s warm rays

reflect off her,

like refraction from the gems

that lay within her

grasp.

One day,

when they least expect

it, she will explode in all

her glory. Sending red and orange

lava spurting in impossibly high

arcs across the smirking sky.

Rolling down her sides

in an inferno

that the rest of the world

refused to see.