Fire+on+the+Mountain+by+Rob+Thomas

Discovery and Appalachia fountains to be uncovered. But a curtain, a curtain of flames careened to impede on our way. Lush green pushed apart like the Red Sea. The fire was Moses. Flooding cries for help, no returning call. Flying in hurried retreat, the birds know there’s something wrong. Smoke kissed the sky and smothered it into darkness.