Bushfire

Sickening, deathly, blood-red sky,

Thick smoke billows from mountains high.

Air is raspy, heavy with ash,

Life and growth disperse in a flash.

The gnarly trees, burnt till dust,

Seared and scorched, nothing left to be thrust.

A wall of blackness, through the trees,

Damage is gone, land starts to wheeze.

All is devoured, life is dead,

Souls are fuel, fire has been fed.

Animals lay, crying within,

Fire had eaten lives of kin.

Green roots, sprout from the ground,

Plants, creatures, new life has been found.

The dusty land starts to awake,

Hope and peace it starts to make.