Bushfires

Birds chirping happily on the green trees

As they flit from branch to branch

They are like children dancing though a leafy playground

The sweet smell of nectar wafts through the air

Buzzing bees being busy

As they glide to their beehive hanging from the musty smelling bark

The hot breeze getting hotter

Then orange flames wrapped around the land

A hungry creature swallowing the land

Engulfing everything                                                                                                    

Leaves and branches are cracking and crunching

As the once proud trees collapse

There is only silence

until

Sirens wailing in the distance

And roaring from the sky dropping water from above