The Roar of Skies

The Roar of Skies

In midst of chaos, panic brims,
As airlines delay, suspense dims,
An eruption, fierce and wild,
A creature strange, Iceland is beguiled.

Travelers gripped by fear’s cruel hand,
Hours stranded in a foreign land,
But experts whisper, calm and clear,
No added risk for flights to bear.

The mighty volcano, in its wrath,
Unleashes fury on its path,
Locals warn of an unseen force,
Yet skies shall carry on their course.

Though fears arise, let courage bloom,
Amidst the chaos, hope consumes,
For nature’s wonders, fierce and grand,
Shan’t hinder journeys planned.

We’ll navigate the stormy skies,
With hearts ablaze, and spirits rise,
For in our souls, an unyielding might,
To conquer fear, and find the light.

So let not panic cloud our way,
For in adversity, strength holds sway,
Through delays and tremors, we’ll endure,
And soar above, our spirits pure.