BUSHFIRE

Growing all these branches 

For all of this to end 

The time has come 

The season of death 

Flames and embers 

Ready to end it 

If only someone 

Could save this tree 

It’s like a sight 

Everybody wants to see 

The smell of death 

In the bright sky 

I feel like a soldier 

Ready to risk their life 

God, I’m ready 

To take my flight 

Rest in peace 

I’ll see you on 

The other side