A misty scent through the air,
Fallen burnt trees everywhere.
Earth’s green children have burned black,
They cry for help in a matter of fact.

Backburn season has begun,
So fire doesn’t take everyone.
Backburning, Backburning, Backburning,
Fire will not be returning.

New life, new hope.
Tiny branches hope for success in regrowth.
The world burnt bare when fire was there.
The smoke suffocated the fresh clean air.

Seeds now sprout like popcorn,
Now that the fires are gone.