last tree standing

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.