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Rugged terrain a biting winds

Rocks, black sand and ash covering skin,

I walk across the glacier to climb the peak

Of a volcano to hope to seek,

A glimpse inside the molten pot

Boiling and furiously hot,

This is what’s from the core of our earth

The essence that gives all life worth,

Wearing a mask to hold back the carbon poison

I keep going, I keep myself in motion,

Then as I reach the ledge of it

And standing on the edge of the precipice,

I am awestruck by it preternatural power

From this lava nature flowers,

If it were to diminish so would we

If it were to cool, we would see,

Then of the lives of all species

We need more than just the air that we breathe,

You see, there’s balance in everything that causes us to be.