Trees stretch upward
Upwards towards gray
Rip down canvas sky
Smash it into the ground
Mushroom cloud
Faces of god breathe smoke
And drown
Trees bloom in shape amount the fog
Trees grow wings and leave the land
People blow past, roads in
We look up to the see the islands
Overwhelmed in blankets
Filling up like buckets
Filling me with light
It feels so good to fear
I slowly disappear