FIRE

Leaves rustling, birds chirping,

Water delicately falling.

Frogs occasionally burping,

Wind suddenly stopping.

Animals hurriedly running,

Air becoming drier,

Certainly, it was not a flood,

Could it be a fire?

Sky slowly becoming greyer,

Why is there so much drama?

I silently thought of a prayer,

And then I saw the koala.

Its claws tightly gripping the tree,

Scratching the rough, burnt bark.

Sadly, its survival was not a guarantee,

So, the tree silently made a bold remark.

“I will guard you, koala.

I will do everything I can.

I will protect you, koala.”

And then the fire left this land.