When the volcano erupts
The explorer does not run from it
He sits there observing
Wondering what happened
What caused the eruption?
How does this spectacular, devastating display work?
Where does it get its power from?
So the explorer, defining instinct
Heads towards it
He seeks the source, he has to understand
If he does not understand how it works
How can he tell anyone else?
He knows that people must know how it works
In the quiet times, he wonders if it’s all worthwhile
Should he stay home & settle into comfort?
But the explorers’ soul was built for adventure
So onwards he bounds, to discover the great unknown.
unhiddenlight 
Love this!!
Thank you!