Islands ....So at sunrise we moved on....

At lunch the storm had gone away
I didn't swim, But I watched the waves
While others stayed, under for over an
hour, While lovers hovered around the towel, We washed our mouths at the riverbed, When we noticed something glowing. It was growing,
Things are going to change
Hot rainfalls made of magma,
melts Alaska And in icy Argentine
they say now I've seen it all,
Who knew? Volcanoes! ....