Bushfires and the Trees

Trees are supposed to be silent

No one knows how loud it can be

Flowers burning, screaming in pain

The sounds of leaves engulfed in flame combines with shouts of despair

Trees ravaged by heartless blazes

Merciless flames scorching my whole world

It hurts. It really hurts

And then it is over

And it is silent, the plants spared from the blaze struck with worry, anxiety and grief

And at last,

I realise just how much I miss the noise.