The Fiery Bushfire

Branches fall                                                                          

Birds call

Hauling the bodies inside the door

It's as red as the sun

The willowing tree has been following me

Red

Red

Red

Thought they were free

Has to be the key

The soil dwelling

Bruises swelling

Thick bushes brush by

Smoking hot air

Rushing through my hair

Smoke

Smoke

Smoke