There were no sounds in the air
Quiet rolled across the lake
It was silence everywhere
Is this eeriness a mistake?
Was it the quiet before the storm?
The white clouds turning black
Are we facing a rainstorm?
Is the island under attack
Noises returning, silence broken
Birds taking flight, squawking madly
Dogs barking, frogs croaking
Everything suddenly expressing loudly
The rumble comes from deep below
Increasing as it emerges from the volcano
Everything wants to know
Will the island become an inferno?