POEM

Lavas are rivers of Yellow gas.
They are thick and liquid somewhere.
Lavas come in thick liquid.
Lavas follow like river.
Rivers of minerals are mixing in water.
Hot and cold collision is there.
Than lamp of mineral is burning somewhere in middle of river.
Mystery is there.
Water and lavas are there.
Both are shifted each other.
Then volcanoes are paused there.
The minerals are but ing there.
Many human bodies are kept inside soil.
Many beings are died.
Remaining bodies are creating the minerals.