User:Chandrie rocks

Slowly gaining steam, tne pressure builds, growing stronger and stronger. The hot boiling lava threatening to burst forth from the top, spraying innocents below, killing, harming. Yet once this pressure is released from it's prison, and once nature can gain composure, life begins again. Starting with a young leaf bursting forth from the ashes, trees nurtured from the ash, Maybe this was all just a plan? A plan from God, risking all life, yet saving the majority. Or, maybe, just maybe, that's the way life was meant to be. Risking the few for the wanted majority.