Bushfire

Vast ocean of green,

stretching beyond human eye.

From faraway, it can be seen,

a place where all animals thrive.

But under all the great,

beyond the leafy bush.

One person changed its fate,

one person made a push.

From one small blaze,

to a forest, alight.

Through all the smoky haze,

a bushfire, owns the night.

It travels with great haste,

using the green as fuel.

It was greenery that charcoal replaced,

but the blazes hunger was never fulfilled.