A face in the mountain
looking down from up high
a gaping mouth
and wide open eyes
A roar in the morning
spewing dust in the air
that floated far from
its cold island lair
Then all was silent
the giant was calm
refusing to do
the world more harm
It sunk back below
taking its ash spray
ready to roar
on some other day
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