The Fire

I stand around the burnt down trees,

Thinking where are all the bees,

The land is dark and sooty,

No one playing footy,

The koalas have all been burnt,

Trying to survive,

The flames lick the horizon,

Taking out everything in its path,

The birds are flying all around,

Hopping up off the ground,

They tweet as they watch their helpless chicks get devoured by flames,

The kookaburra skreeches not its usual sweet tune,

Warning all the animals if they stay they'll become a prune,

The animals flee away,

They all want to see another day.