Bushfire

The winds curl through the mountain ranges.

Amber sparks dance from one tree to another,

Forcing trees to crumple onto their home soil.

The land ablaze with crimson sorrow,

As smoke engulfs the canopy, both day and night.

Birds chirping, cicadas screeching, they cry for a helping hand.

When will anyone rescue us?

Kangaroos plead for the haze to drift away;

Yet it stays in its place, blocking the only source of light.

When will we be able to es

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Alone with the roar of flames, all plantation is gone.

The loss of hope has defeated many broken souls.

The embers soon fade into the mulch.

Nature will soon take over the impact of this disaster.

Then, the cycle continues on to the next day.