I am born to a volcano
It's burning red and cold
Enraged like the fiery sun
For no reasons at all
You make it look so authentic now
Spitting colors of gold
I drifted with your lava flow
Underneath the river floor
My heart is made of molten rock
A dead smouldering soul
Don't show me your ragged clothes
I know that you are not poor
This is your world, you brought me here
It is your flesh that I wear
Flowing rivers have crippled me now
I can barely stay afloat
I am born to a volcano
It's dark and so cold
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This should be one of the best poems about volanoes. Its reflects the colossal energy, beauty, destruction and creation aspects of all volcanoes. Also gives a impression of our oneness with nature. Truly inspiring.