Wait it Out (or Trust)
Lava creeps down the mountainside.
It inches along, bubbling, brewing, melting
flora, fauna, stone and steal beneath.
All become one under the
destructive warmth of its blanket.
The people at the foot of the mountain
know their fate is coming,
but yet they stand defiant,
certain it will not destroy them.
They know that it will stop
when it is meant to stop.
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