Trees in the forests so huge and high,
Peaks of the mountains touching the sky
Cream white clouds cover the same,
Oh! What a beautiful sight that framed.
Pink white roses scattered on the fields,
Golden yellow blaze thriving for release
Holding to their shadow were the bright green trees,
Could anyone go more week on their knees!?!
Shimmering Valley feverent with hue,
River called Sarno of cerulean Blue
Rays of the Sun brought a hallow to the hill,
Cold chilly breeze blew all who were still.
High on top sturdy and tall,
The great Monte Vesuvio, all had called
Sacred to Hercules; son of Zeus,
Regarded by Romans and Greeks as true.
It stood there all magnificent with pride,
Protecting the nature that stood on its side
Small cities at its base that lay,
Pompeii was one of them, they say.
High class buildings and modern day Architectures,
Roman Screen paintings with beautiful Textures
Peasants and lords called it their home
“Can any other place be more beautiful than Rome?”
Wealthy city it was of Rome
Amphitheater built with stone,
Palaestra with a central swimming pool
Also served as a gymnasium school.
A well structured water system they handled
Distributed into the city through proper channel.
It fed the street fountains and the public baths,
All the business centers and the private houses.
People bustling the cities at dawn,
Vacation time had come and gone
Alive were the sounds of chariots and carts,
Horses galloped along their paths.
Neither had they thought nor would they think
That any sort of danger was at its brink,
On festive days the city would glow
People of pompeii lived with pomp and show.
On one night when the world was quite
Loud came a noise through the night,
Wild tremors hit the ground
Great explosion and a deafening sound.
Drowsy eyes yawning in their sleep
Children awoke throwing sheets to a heap,
Frenzied parents gathered them near
“Something dreadful has happened, my dear”.
In dreadful silence they all looked on
As a huge ball of smoke was rising along
Trapped in fear, they all heard
It was the great, mount vesuvius that roared!
Lightening struck and winds swept by
Horror took over as they looked at the sky,
High above the ground it rose
Volcano had started it’s descend on those.
Screaming with terror the city fled
They knew in minutes they would be dead,
Clutching to their loved ones, they confessed,
“We shall be fine, if we are blessed”.
Red, orange, yellow and black
Molten rock, ashes, and gas
The blazing lava reached a few feat,
And then with a roaring sound crushed the city beneath.
It came so slow and finished so fast
It covered the city like a huge mask
Neither a sound nor a cry
Oh! What a dreadful way to die…
This was the end of the city we know
Lost was the city for centuries to go
Buried children, women and men,
Can still be seen as plastered within
Destroyed magnificent building still stand
As a constant reminder of that beautiful land.