Fire and Country

Fire, hot, flames, scary weather,

I can feel a feather.

I have no luck of getting out of here,

I fall to the ground in fear.

Land, a big drought,

I’m getting tired of being out and about.

The land looks dead,

I wish I was in a warm bed.

Thirsty, I can’t feel my throat,

I wish I had a fast boat.

We hope for heavy rain,

To make our precious land, great again.