Krakatoa you've changed your ways   from evil days.   Oh I know a once violent isle   and gentle smile.   When the dust and lava cooled   you were sterile as the rock from which the earth was tooled.   Was man's beginning a wind borne spore   to fly no more?   Nature's winning her docile spree   has set her free.   Seeds were wafted on the wind   forming heavy undergrowth for species winged and finned.   Tangled mangles rebuilt your soil   from age dead toil.   Sheltered bay coves protecting life   from Satan's knife.   Grow and island in the sun   where the hell fire belching earth had destructively left none.