Lava rushing, flowing, gushing.
Smoke and ash rolling across the sea,
'Will you marry me?' says he.
She just stands there calm at rest,
Of volcanoes he's the best.
As his lava crosses land,
He asks for her rocky hand.
She shakes her head and turns around,
Her feet staying firm on the ground.
Dormant is her magma soul
For in her heart there is a hole.
He gets down on one breaking knee,
Animals start to run and flee.
His power slowly starts to drain,
It's the end of his powerful reign.
by Juno Robinson Butler (10)
All Saints Junior School, Reading
Competition - Out Of This World
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