Poetry

I t seethes
It breaths
leaving scattered leaves
breezing, blazing
Whispering to trees
Bubbles that dance
with fiery glee
leave the air
shimmery
the color of wheat
Of hot melted gold
Under the sea
bright and bold
Lovely, lively, dancing
flames
liquidly flow
as we crane
Our necks to see,
how glorious to be
Silently watching a
volcano