Bushfires

 Crackling sounds echoing from trees 

A fearful current sweeps past the edge of fire  

 Flames so strong they resembled the sun

  Rings of ashes spinning around and around.

The lush leaves now gone, black bark remains 

Stumps that used to be trunks have vanished 

They told ancient tales for decades 

Until destruction arrived.

Everything in its path is now gone

Now there’s no existence of forests.

But nature is magical!    

Without a sound, sunlight peeks through black ashes

  Possums and birds back in homes of bark.

Fire now races across different lands, 

The only forests here are the rainforests 

Droplets of shimmering water dripping tranquillity

The forest lives again!