Bushfire
By Sehmat S
Published 16 August 2023
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Like an oven
The branches are
Falling pencils
Around me.
I fall off my tree
"NO!"
I yell, as I get separated
From
My mother.
Me and my tree have memories like a
Fish
In its ocean.
I cry as I see my tree
Collapsing.
Where should I go?