Beneath the endless ocean's blue, Where tectonic plates slip in view, The sea floor splits, a hidden scar, A crack that births a fiery star Molten rivers pulse and flow, From Earth’s mantle, deep below In the Ring of Fire’s fierce embrace, New land grows from the ocean’s face She breathes in smoke, she breathes out steam, A living god within the dream The scent of sulfur sharp and deep, Promises the life we keep Like Pele's dance on Kīlauea's floor She builds the land, then asks for more Her anger is the rain of fire Her passion builds the world entire Campfires flicker on rocky shores, Dreamers watch the endless roars Silent tremors shake the ground Echoes of a world unbound Pressure builds where no eye sees, A mother's breath beneath the seas A restless heart begins to quake, A new creation’s about to wake Steam hisses sharp through ocean spray, Lava bursts in glowing spray Ash clouds rise like feathers torn, Smoke and fire announce reborn Mother Earth's erupting imagination Burning bright through every nation From splitting seas and molten fire, Rises dreams that never tire Ash will lay the fertile ground, Where new seeds of life are found From destruction, paradise, Built from her wild, primal cries Lava spills in rivers red, Drawing islands with fiery thread Ocean hisses, steam takes flight, Black rock hardens in the night Fires rage, but life will grow, Green will creep where flames once glowed Cycles turn, the old decays, From red-hot ash, new futures blaze In every crack and molten stream, A metaphor for the creative dream Breaking old molds, shifting shapes, Building worlds from broken plates Fierce and wild, the muse ignites, Blazing trails in darkest nights Danger and beauty intertwined, The fiery forge of humankind If I could be anything, let me be the spin, The living heart where all life begins A conscious globe, alive and vast, Where every moment is built to last My thoughts are mountains, my dreams the sea, A breathing ball of creativity Spinning through time, a billion years, Wiping away the dust of fears Old land slides beneath the sea, Buried deep where none can see Crust dives down to lava’s hearth, Swallowed by the Earth’s warm heart Pressure builds where darkness stirs, Rock melts slow in hidden furrows From this ancient, molten flow, New fire waits to rise and grow Earth reshapes with every flare, Destruction’s hand is always there Yet from this chaos, order grows, The cycle of the earth bestows. Ash and flame, birth and death, The pulse of life in every breath Mother Earth’s imagination roars, Carving out forevermore Mother Earth's erupting imagination, Shaping futures in creation From fire’s heart and ocean’s dance, A new world rises, seized by chance Running not from ash or flame, But toward the spark that calls our name In every quake and lava stream, We find the truth behind the dream Look to the horizon wide, Where black rock meets the tide. As land is reborn, dreams are remade Forever being replayed

Volcanic Imagination