Zealous by Emily Osbourne ’22 The volcano rumbled. Fiery hot lava, as red as roses, poured down the steep, rocky sides As a child no older than ten stared wide. With eyes full of stars, he jumped and sprang Over to the multitude of coloring supplies. Markers danced, pencils glided, as his recreation came to be, With the rumble of the rocky mountain echoing in his ears. Oranges as soft as sunsets and reds as vibrant as fire trucks Were worn out by the end. His smile grew larger with each stroke, And laughter could be heard from miles away. This childish spirit brought the wonder to life. The volcano rumbled. Clay as brown as dirt came to life through the child’s smile. The vibrant image of the lava pouring down the mountain was imprinted, And, as if he had done this a hundred times before, the child built the clay up Into the perfect mountain. The volcano rumbled. Cabinets flew open with a bang, Pots and pans eagerly crashed to the ground, And there he found what he had been searching for all this time: The ingredient that would make his masterpiece be as alive as his mind; The ingredient that held the key to this success. His eyes danced around as he could not stand to sit still any longer. Imagination running wild, he began to make his dreams come true. Fizz! Pop! The liquid ran down the makeshift mountain, It was everything he could have dreamed of, Just like the boy, it was alive and filled with light. The volcano rumbled.
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