bush fire

As I wake up ash is falling,

the sky is white like it's snowing.

Firemen come and then they go,

they need to fill their tanks, it's very slow.

After a break they don't return...

Ash in their eyes saying "it burns".

Fires still burning up and down hills,

harming animals and some get killed.

Some people leave while others protect,

side by side, it's not over yet.

Sirens wail in different places,

yellow men with determind faces.

Two years later people return,

some are homeless, their houses burned.

Forests black spotted green,

regrowth comes and starts to gleam.

Houses rebuilt people smile,

builders work hard, it's gonna take a while.