Conjola Sunrise

A new day arises, a full day of surprises.

Something different about today,
in the warm crispy breeze.

I smell smoke, I smell fear,
frightened like a little child, a bushfire is near.

A big bushy tree in the valley of hum,
danced around with the wind, what horror, what has begun?

My friend who stood tall now small as a ball, did crumble and fall to our playground floor.

The fire has gone now on this hot summer day.
My friends now rebuild, come out now, come play.

In the warm crispy breeze the wind whispered softly,
‘Now climb that new tree, dancing back and forth’,

‘Stay strong like a soldier that stands to attention’,
Remember, ‘I Love You’,
‘Safe now, no more tension’.

The possum now safe, snuggles his tinkly pink nose,
Conjola Sunrise, after the sun goes.