Orange Skies

Sit beside an old gum tree, 
Thinking of how my family might have to flee, 
In Sydney the bushfires rage, 
Tearing, scattering, and enveloping everything in flames,
Though years have passed, 
We are still afraid,
That the earth we live on, 
It will never be the same,
As each summer wears on,
We live in silent fear, 
That the once-friendly fires,
Will come, will install fear,
So sitting beside this old gum tree, 
I see the sky turn orange, and the leaves turn green. 
Smoke clogging the air,
I can do nothing, but stare,
At the ash-covered towns,
With nothing in their place,
But bare rock,
My heart starts to race.
But I cannot pretend, many have suffered
I feel afraid, I feel dreaded wings, wrap themselves around me. 
And I know that nothing will ever be the same.