Bushfires

I can smell the smoke in the air,

It’s billowing up into the sky.

I look at the fire spreading across the hill,

And I just ask, “Why?”

The fire is now spreading down the hill,

Like a long, slithery snake.

It’s making me want to run far, far away,

I wish it was all just fake.

The sun is turning red,

With all the smoke in the air.

It’s burning all the trees to ashes,

But it's not at all rare.

As the flames start licking the bridge,

I’m in despair,

Then the fire brigade comes to the rescue,

But everyone just stares.

I’m heartbroken by the damage the bushfire has done,

And I’ve wrote this poem to raise awareness,

About climate change and global warming,

And both are just unfairness.