There is a mountain behind my house,
A mountain strange, very queer – It bears no fruits, no leaves, no grass
Year after year !
People run in fright,
When they get gifts of grey snow.
People hurry to ‘book’ a flight
From pyroclastic flow
People are so evil to my mysterious mountain
They call it a lava pit,
I say it’s a fiery fountain !
They say it destroys with its hands of fury,
I say it built us a spectacular moonscape city !
My mountain simply claimed what was its own,
He threw the fiery baggage and reclaimed his home.
For with its powerful, mighty and wonderful hand,
Many like this mountain built this island.
When I look through my yard, my favourite thing to see
Is my strange mountain, staring back at me.
It may be a little too big,
But it will never be too far,
For I will always remember the volcano
In my back yard.