Bushfire

I yelp in pain as the flame burns my leaves, 

I call for help but no one's there,

All I can hear is my mates fall down

Causing the ground to shake aloud.

But it's not the fact that I can’t even run

It’s that no one would help, wherever I'm from

The animals that lived in me

Are now just ash.

I can’t think of anything that would help me now

Considering people not trying to help

They need me to survive yet they don’t even help me

And yet they’re always using me but don’t bother to need me

Now I just sit burning to the ground.

Now I am nothing but a pile of ash.

Ash they could have

Helped.