Volcanic Islands... Indonesia

There are greens from yellow to black
and solid blues to translucent glimmers,
Rich brown soil meets the playfully golden sand
while the waters dance, winking at land
the breeze blows because she is energy
and melody sings the energy of sound,
the mountain stands to catch a breath
because energy too must rest.
so that the greens may be green
and the blues may be blue
so that the dance may have a stage
Until once more, the fire burns
it all away.