My horizon:

Jet-black mountain, crumbling into the sea

Little city, you're still so young

But you got so dirty

Hey old ocean, are you still holding on?

You look so sad and empty

Fires burning, forest falling

Forevergreen, forevergone

I'll say a prayer for the trees by the side of the road

For the deer in the headlights, and the ashes, of the fires still growing

And I'll say goodbye to the life of the aquamarine

To the catch of the day, and moonlight swimming

The heat on my back

Like two hands more likely to give than to receive

Standing on the side of the highway

Taking shelter in the shade of the last big tree for miles around

There are fires burning for miles around

Ashes to the ground.