Blazing Bushfires

It’s a hot Summer day,
Everyone’s inside today,
Avoiding the heat,
Wandering around bare feet.

At midday, smoke starts rising,
But all the BBQ smoke is disguising,
The many grey wisps,
Slowly forming into angry dark fists.

The fire starts to come to life,
Slicing through trees like paper to a knife.
Blood red, bright orange, mellow yellow,
The flames have come to say hello.

The bushfire spreads from tree to tree,
Forcing animals to flee.
The sunset blaze crackles with glee,
As everything in its path turns black, burnt and devastating to see,

The smell of smoke fills the air,
The fire has no mercy, it leaves nothing to spare.
At the end of the horrific ordeal, only destruction remains,
Amidst the hot, flickering flames.