The Earth is angry. You can tell it by its raging pulse making the mountain beat like a bass drum… People, foolish, still crawling around, attracted by the growling ground, wanting the best point of view, oblivious to nature’s up coming fury.
The clouds… Growing high and dark in the skies. One last warning meeting a deaf ear.
Men taunting Mother Nature, walking just a bit closer. Like moths around a flickering flame. No reason prevailing, people like ants at the feet of the giant, hypnotized by the magnifying glass above their heads.
First row seats for the apocalypse.
Suddenly, earth’s belly cracks open. No needle can measure the violence, all hell’s breaking loose. Rocks, ashes and lava running down the hill like a thousand fire wild horses, crushing everything they meet under their red hot burning hooves.
Too late to run.
Did they realize how alive they were, just before it hit them? Their hearts beating like never before… Torn between intense excitement and pure terror. Did he grab her hand? Did he hold it one last time, as the wave blew them into oblivion?
We’ll never know.
When Nature calms down again, all that is left is the sobbing of the survivors in the silence of the grey valley of death. All is gone, covered by the spilled searing volcano guts. All is gone, for good, on a land never to be tamed again.
Nature has spoken. Mankind has lost.