Behold the quiet mountain, sitting next the sea
Therein resides a power unfamiliar to me.
Observe the sleeping mountain, her low rise peak yet steep
Mystery earth, I wonder, what secrets does she keep?
Stirs the moving mountain, raw power dwells inside
Ash and smoke and rumbling earth, there’s nowhere fortified.
Explodes the angry mountain, fury bursts forth from her hearth
Fire and brimstone and molten rock accompany her wrath.
Flee the raging mountain, a maddened god they fear
Pompeii and Herculaneum, do shed a woeful tear.
Once more a silent mountain, lonely next the sea
Recall her temper one and all, she’ll not hold back for thee.