On Fire and Burning

We light the lamps
that never go out
and pray
for the blue sky in the morning,
but the sun rises
brown and red and grey.
They say
"GO!"
and so we march,
the horizon isn't fast enough.
We'll make it come closer,
we'll make it stay
bright, then brighter.
We are on fire
and burning.
Nothing stands in the way
of feeding the embers with green and gold.
All the forests and all the rivers
were made to snap and crack
and sway.
The world is ending,
so they made
a ladder higher than the others.
Run towards the planets,
run away.