A golden Pyrocastic flow
Upon a fable made of snow
Told by those who claim to know
Why volcanic embers glow
So as to see through clouds of ash
To give cyclonic grace a chance
Through whirling winds of circumstance
To catch a breeze with which to dance
To kiss that who has never been
So as not to end what will begin
Às the music from a violin
Makes each note seem Shakespearian
As the tide comes in,the water flows
And brings with it a blooming rose
And brings this poem to a close
Now those who thought they\'d never know
Can now tell why the embers glow