It was a season of summer and
The time of sun moving to rest
There was a big mountain with a red crown
To enjoy the beauty of the evening,
A lark came and sat on a bush
It had forgotten it’s time to go to it’s home and
Singing a lovely notes on a state of dream
The day ran to west on rest and
The night crowns on the earth…
The lark restored from it’s dream and
Raised to return to it’s home
But, the flame and heat from the volcano
Took it’s life for it’s burning hunger…
Though it was dead on that night
We can hear the notes of that lark
Around that place of volcano forever