Eyjafjallajökull poem

For our task we made a poem use a noun, adjectives, verbs,4 word noun phrase and synonym. A noun is a named thing or person. A adjectives is describing the noun.
Verbs are actions words the you can do. 4 word phrase is 4 words that come together but it is not a full sentence. Synonym is another word for something.

Why Maungarei sleeps

Why Maungarei Sleeps

Long, long ago, when the world was young and the gods still walked among mortals, the land we all call Aotearoa, it was a vibrant tapestry of green hills and shimmering waters. In the heart of this land stood Maungarei, a mighty mountain and a powerful kaitiaki, or guardian. Unlike the other mountains, Maungarei was not content to simply watch over the land. He was a being of immense energy and a booming voice, constantly rumbling and grumbling, puffing out great clouds of steam and ash into the sky. His fiery breath painted the sunsets in shades of orange and red, and his deep sighs echoed through the valleys. The people who lived on his slopes revered him, offering gifts and prayers, but also lived in constant awe of his unpredictable nature.

One season, a terrible drought settled over the land. The sun beat down relentlessly, scorching the earth, drying up the rivers, and leaving the plants brittle and brown. The people suffered greatly, their crops withered, and their kumara shrivelled in the parched soil. Maungarei, always quick to reflect the emotions of the land, grew restless. His grumbles became louder, his steam clouds thicker, and his fiery breath more frequent. He felt the pain of his people, but his immense energy, instead of helping, seemed to make things worse. His fiery outbursts, though not destructive, added to the oppressive heat and fear. The people, desperate for rain, began to whisper, “Why does Maungarei not help us? Why does he only add to our suffering?”

The most respected tohunga, a wise elder named Hine-nui-te-pō, saw the distress of both the people and Maungarei. She knew that Maungarei’s heart was good, but his power was untamed. She climbed to his highest peak, not with offerings, but with a simple gourd of pure water. She spoke to the rumbling mountain in a soft, melodic voice, “Maungarei, mighty guardian, your heart aches for your people, yet your power casts a heavy shadow. Sometimes, true strength lies not in thunder and flame, but in quiet stillness. The land needs water, not fire. The people need peace, not fear.”

As she spoke, she poured the water from her gourd onto his fiery summit, a tiny stream against his vastness. But it was not the water that cooled him; it was her words. Maungarei listened, truly listened, for the first time in a long time. He felt the weariness of his own constant unrest, the burden of his boundless energy. He saw the thirst in the land and the fear in the eyes of his people. He understood that his strength, though immense, needed to be chan\

neled, not just unleashed.

Slowly, the rumbling began to subside. The steam clouds thinned, and the fiery glow dimmed. Maungarei took a deep, shuddering breath, and then, with a final, gentle sigh, he settled into a profound stillness. He wasn’t gone; he was simply resting. He had chosen to temper his boundless energy, to hold his power within, so that the land could heal and the rains could come.

And so, the rains did come, gently at first, then in a steady, life-giving cascade. The parched earth drank deeply, the rivers swelled, and the vibrant green returned to the land. The people rejoiced, understanding now the wisdom of Maungarei’s deep sleep. He no longer rumbled and roared, but stood as a silent, watchful presence, a gentle giant observing the world. From that day on, Maungarei became known as the sleeping mountain, a symbol of quiet strength and enduring guardianship. His slopes became fertile, his base a place of peace, and the people knew that even in his slumber, his heart still watched over them, ready to stir only when truly needed, but choosing, for the sake of the land and its people, to rest in profound and gentle quiet. 

 

This image I have put here was generated by Adobe express. I used the prompt ‘Volcano with angry face’

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