We are the fire, the sun and the sky.

Lying under the volcano we are a lullaby for the sparrows, like music on a summer night. And when the winter moss melts in May’s first sunny days, that music is unique; the melody of nature.

We are the breath of the volcano, lava that inspires the rambler’s thoughts. We are the eternal life that glows at dawn.

We are the breath, the fire, the sun, the cloudless horizons.