ODE TO SILLY SIREN 2

The mountains rumble with a flame,
                         no man could satiate
the valley begs for a sprinkle,
                      of a fertile saint
poised elegantly, nature yearns a challenger.

The storm - a murky warrior,
                   sheds her barriers
with a fire that burns black,
             she begs the breeze
lick my rivers dry, nibble, suckle and tease

The eruptions, waiting with a heavy breath
beg for release,
leap with tremendous strength
ablaze she erupts,
squirting sweet fury
Radioactive, like Madame Curie