The stringybark tree

The stringybark tree
I walk among the stringybarks,
Waving on the breeze
Wishy-washy water rains down on me

Bushfire burns brightly
Fire rages throughout
Our screams go unheard
“Our canopies are ablaze!”

Years later as I walk
Among the stringybarks. I stop
And sit and think
About what the tree may think