If you ask about how it feels, to be a Volcano, I know it.

Alas, did you ever ask yourself about it?
Are they happy when they break the crust and sprinkle all they got?
Or maybe they are angry?
Is it tears that they scream out of their burning head?
Is it passion?
How much did it take for all of it to come out? Was she suffering all of the time? In silence?
Was she ranting? Maybe she tried to channel it out in other ways, where? Did she succeeded in doing so?

It can take ages for a Volcano to finally come out, days, weeks, months, ages. It mounted up slowly, and most of the times Volcanoes do not end up being Volcanoes. They fade before, but when they do, is that an happier ending?

Volcanoes do shape the world, they create conditions for life, they modify the athmosphere, bring out life and feed the ground with novelty, renewed energy and soil for the new.

Volcanoes,
beautiful beasts,
beautiful Volcanoes,
Your energy is holy.

You are a metaphor,
a metaphor of the soul,
something to learn from.
Holy Volcanoes.