Leaves catch small fires
One by one, they start to burn
From the sunlight
Growing brighter
The Gloaming Hour
Is melting away
Just as the forest
Is leveling
Colours start to bleed
While the animals shift their shapes
I start to sweat
With the heatwave
The Gloaming Hour
Is melting away
Just as the forest
Is leveling
From the oozing grass
The flames dance
About my feet
Then climb my legs
Until my figure
Is alight
The environ has become
The active surface of the Sun