The lying chimneys

Some fast passing,
Some standing still,
Light grey smoke,
The chimneys let go.

The darkened skies,
Show off again.
It lets us know,
How we are all, going to end.

In the fake spring noon,
Where we all fade,
The chimneys move,
They take no rest.

It's all obscure,
The night has come.
The sun secured,
Let them freeze out.