The golden sun moth

The bitter smell of smoke around me

Flames engulfing my life

Lapping up every last essence of life from my home

I call out to my family but to no avail

I'm trapped in a circle of death

Seething hot flames

I see their bodies on the floor

Bugs, lizards, koalas

I hear the sounds of sirens coming closer and yells of humans

But it's too late

We are dead

We are gone

The yells come closer but so do the flames, leaping towards us

Finally the flames cower back and a cold splash of water falls onto us

I plummet to the floor

I can hear Mum and Dad

Telling me to stay strong

I can't… I'm so sorry

I want to go home