Fire where

The hills as black as a cat visible in the day,

Britty leaves lay, britty leaves lay.

Fresh forest flowers languidly arrives just in time,

Green grass grows as kids scream mine.

Shh, can you hear the smoke walking away? 

The atrocious crime scene has come to an end,

Let’s just pretend that we are friends,

Bushfire vanished, bushfire vanished

Grow up , grow up 

Reach for the sky, without a cry