Heatwave

I've set my fire on the alarming sunrise.
Let the blood red skies devouring its radiance of violence.
The dying dandelion, patience.

I've set my fire on the innocent crescent moon.
Let the dark blue ocean dripping its coldness and static motion.
The dreamy mountains, combustion.

I've set my fire on the beautiful evening star.
Let the yellow grass breathing its glow, and its acceptance.
The blurry fungi, remembrance.

I've set my fire on the world.
Let the mankind haunting their deeds, and fertility.
The broken canvas, serenity.