Ode to the Angry Lady

With a murderous clamor
She vomited her undying rage
Burning up homes and trees,
Angry like a bear in a cage.
Her heat melted snow,
Her ash covered all.
Her forces of explosion
Caused countless trees to fall.
The banks grew calm then,
her crater renewed its cool.
The silence surrounded me
And screamed like a ghoul.
Now 25 years later
She is traversed and worn
A favorite spot for tourists:
And many has she borne.
Trees sprout firm again,
Anchors amidst the barrage.
Their roots grow deep
And bear witness to carnage.
She is natural beauty in the
Form of natural strife.
Through causing so much death
She has finally given new life.