After bushfire life regrows

Crackle, crunch with the sounds of crispy leaves and burnt black trees,

Dark ash skies,

White, wispy wind as burnt bark flies,

Shadows creep and insects leap, 

Growing, growing, glowing, glowing 

Flowers bloom as the sky showers,

Few months pass,

Fresh air floats and greenery comes back to life,

Soon green leaves and bright trees regrow.