The Embers of Devastation

The heat and smoke it brings,

It makes the bushfire sirens ring.

Its evil presence is feared,

Mum yells “Run inside dear!”

We must pack up all our stuff,

Because the burns it causes are rough.

As I run outside it becomes hard to breathe,

My skin starts to seethe.

We must go far far away,

If we want to see one more day.

We have escaped that tragic land filled with despair,

I want to see it rain just once but I know that it's rare.