A flower from the ashes

After a bushfire,

When all hope is gone.

If everything gets higher,

A flower will bloom from the ashes.

When the flower blooms,

Your heart will bloom too.

Then out of the fumes

Will come life and growth anew.

A forest can grow,

From a fire and some rain.

And the bushfires may hit again,

But we will just go through the cycle once more.

Here comes the rain!