I Walk Past The Fire

I walk past the fire and it sears me

There are a lot of types of fire

 Some good, some bad

 Some destroy and kill while some fires warm people up

 Some give out light in the darkest of space

I walk past the fire and the smoke haunts me

The bushfires had such an impact and burnt down so many trees

The tree population decreased as fast as a cheetah

That terrible smell of smoke

Infiltrates my lungs

We need to care for our trees

That give us oxygen

I walk past the fire and it reminds me of the bushfires

It burnt down too many of our trees 

Yet we are out here cutting down trees 

Even after all these trees have been burnt down

I walk past the fire and it follows me like a shadow

Fire brings people together 

Like monkeys in a hot spring