Deep blue.  The crags and sturdy rock
Survived the birth from earth -- the shock
Of thrusting from a silent space
Into a bigger, wider place.

Live Red.  The tremor thrills and shakes
The world that slept, and kept its lakes
Of fire dormant.  Shaking off
Its chains, the torrent bursts aloft.

Between the static and the quick,
The fire-river shivers, thick
With scarlet life, vermilion pride --
But now begins the downward slide.

The young and vibrant red matures
Too quickly.  Sickly now it roars
And belches smoke, its parting cry
To curse the chill that made it die.