The Springs Of Aggression

I have heard the springs of aggression,
Arise from the mountains of fear,
They flow into lush green valleys of your soul,
Where seeds of insecurity are sown.

As time passes, these seeds sprout ,
into flowers and then fields of hate and jealousy;
While the springs overflow with liquid fire,
As the volcanoes of fear erupt and destroy,
The green fields of the lush green valley,
Turning it into a wasteland of fire and ashes.