Krakatoa you've changed your ways
From evil days
Oh I know a once violent isle
And gentle smile
When the dust and lava cooled
You were sterile as the rock from which the earth was tooled
Was man's beginning a wind borne spore
To fly no more?
Nature's winning her docile spree
Has set her free
Seeds were wafted on the wind
Forming heavy undergrowth for species winged and finned
Tangled mangles rebuilt your soil
From age dead toil
Sheltered bay coves protecting life
From Satan's knife
Grow and island in the sun
Where the hell fire belching earth had destructively left none

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Writer(s): JOHN J CURULEWSKI