On my volcano grows the Grass
A meditative spot –
An acre for a Bird to choose
Would be the General thought –
How red the Fire rocks below –
How insecure the sod
Did I disclose
Would populate with awe my solitude.
On my volcano grows the Grass
A meditative spot –
An acre for a Bird to choose
Would be the General thought –
How red the Fire rocks below –
How insecure the sod
Did I disclose
Would populate with awe my solitude.