Volcano's Embrace

After a 24-hour drive from Mexico City, Julian arrived in Guatemala City. His journey took him through the spectacular landscapes of Oaxaca and the hills of Chiapas. Exhausted, he looked for a place to rest. It was there, in a quiet neighborhood, that he came across a woman and her partner, farmers who would offer him much more than just a place to rest. ******************************************* © Copyright (2025) ******************************************* Verse 1 Volcanoes watch the rising morning sun, Old ruins tell tales of battles won. The National Palace shows its grand design, A golden splendor, truly divine. I feel history in this ancient ground, Where old traditions still can be found. Chorus Mountains stand so proud now. Ancient tales unfold. Warm winds blow aloud now. A story to be told. Verse 2 A great cathedral rings a deep sound, Market places where rich fabrics abound. I walk the Central Plaza's old square, Seeing old buildings beyond compare. Huge murals show scenes from the past, These moments in time seem built to last. Chorus Mountains stand so proud now. Ancient tales unfold. Warm winds blow aloud now. A story to be told. Verse 3 The Popol Vuh museum holds sacred art, A touch of reverence fills my true heart. I see old trams on their metal tracks, Guiding journeys with their rolling clicks. These warm traditions feel so true, A special feeling is breaking through. Chorus Mountains stand so proud now. Ancient tales unfold. Warm winds blow aloud now. A story to be told. Verse 4 A wise old woman showed her small farm, Guiding my hands to avoid all harm. She spoke of seeds and their growing power, Living by sun and the morning shower. Two farmers talked of their life's hard-won peace, Their strong endurance brought great inner ease. Chorus Mountains stand so proud now. Ancient tales unfold. Warm winds blow aloud now. A story to be told.