THE ROARING STORM OF THE HILLS

The winds are shrieking across the dark grey sky, 
The clouds are booming with thunder and lightning.  
While all the trees are getting battered and smashed
and houses too, the possums will have to recover
From all of the damage they have seen and felt.
The parrots are lucky they migrated in time,
where as the kookaburras regret they stayed,
As the wallabies jump and the lyrebirds mimic the storms thunder,
trees fall relentlessly.

Little ferns are smushed and roads are completely covered
with mountain ash and gum trees, power gone and the internet too.
Phone lines snapped leaving us with no way of calling for help,
people still try, they try so much that everyone at the SES are busy,
stopping many people from getting help, no one dead but many terrified,
Crying children, barking puppies and angry adults

Some houses are smashed in half along with the trees,
Some people are trapped or shocked, some people are frozen in fear.
But, some people are fast asleep, not knowing the shock that is coming
As people wake up to branches and leaves plus fully grown trees.
There seems to be no hope that all this mess will go,
When people show up with chainsaws and determined faces, then,
The clean up begins...