The Birth and Death of Volcanic Stone

I was born deep in earth's warm embrace, so very long ago. I had no eyes and no ears, but I could feel my mother around me, heaving and roiling, shaping me and my brothers. It was time to leave home.
In a massive spurt, my mother spat me out and I flew towards the sky before gravity pulled me back. Rolling in a river of fire, I descended to see life for the first time…
Instead, I saw the havoc me and my brothers have wreaked on the village at the foot of the volcano… I died from grief.