Brimstone Eyes Watch Sunset Rise

Cinder trees and ember bees
Bring fireflies about,
About a flame that once became
A candle in the drought.

So silhouettes of trees upset
The flow of amber fog,
Fog that runs with what becomes
The blood of one lone log

Now Mother cries her sweet goodbyes
While man erases Earth,
Earth that holds and now unfolds
A future without worth.