Aussie Devestation

The smell of the fire is permanently embedded into my brain.

It reminds me of the time when the fiery beast

 cooked the forest like a barbeque. 

It wrapped its fiery blanket around the trees. 

Now the trees no longer whisper secrets to each other, 

and the ashy floor begs for water.

The smoke that was left behind shielded the clouds' eyes.

But the monster never stopped growing, 

It continued to eat away at more and more forest’s lives. 

Not even the clouds' tears could persuade the beast. 

At last, when the rain washed away,
The growing monster
The forest began to bloom once more.
The forest grew green again,
And the undergrowth of trees
And sprouts were born.
But the charcoal-stained trees

Will always be a reminder
Of the Aussie Devastation.