A fire roams

Where they roam, a fire roars. 

Grey furry animals scurry,

Scurry for their lives.

There is no hope.

Their death nears, and with extinction.

Human actions come with a price.

There is no hope.

As the eucalyptus trees fall, 

There is silence.

A distant siren wails, 

It seems like there’s no hope.

Sounds of footsteps flood away the fires. 

Black scarred trees lie on the floor, 

Lifeless and wilting away.

Maybe there will be hope. 

As the sun sets, the fire dies in silence.