The Sky is Burning

Live, purer than pure and happier than swallows. Fly, higher than dreams and deeper than I. Why, do you unhinge and trample the sky? On the top of mountains you can hear them cry. Their laughter is gone, it's faded and died. Oh why do you unhinge and trample the sky? Their faces are burning, their smiles die. Please wake up, you can hear them too. Of wilderness and flowers where dreams do come true. It screams to me and it screams to you. They cry tonight and grow weary tomorrow. The sky is burning with the fury of sorrow. This NFT is a 3291 x 5325 300 DPI Lossless PNG Image