My thumb is a volcano

flowing full of molten lava.

The lava flows down the hill

into the lake across the forest.

When the day is done

the lava dries in the setting sun.

Drying everything inside

into the lake across the forest.

When the world is quiet

everything is fine.

No more panicking screams

into the lake across the forest.

Suddenly a spurt of lava

appears at the mouth of th volcano.

But everyone is prepared

into the lake across the forest.

False alarm!

Lava and volcano are asleep.

All are resting peacefully

into the lake across the forest.