Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Old Faithful Till...

Old Faithful, the geyser of fame.
I am watching it spewing high,
Right on time as befits its name,
In Yellowstone Park. That's where I
Am bonding with nature's fireplace,
Where colors and waters and rock
Make marvels of sensual space,
Entertaining all round the clock,
But, below are forces that churn,
And will blow up, some experts say,
Sending forth fiery ash to burn
Much of the hemishere one day.

As I am pondering a quake,
The ground beneath begins to shake...