Truthfully Treasured

Gloom and smog filled the air

As the fire passed in despair 

Birds fought for air, left breathless  

The bushland was engulfed in silence

The woeful land looked so desolate and dry 

After the harsh flames danced over the night sky

Scared for their life as time ticked their clock

For their means of escape meant nothing more

Than to look at their home no longer adorn

Thud!

Vengeful axes shoved into the weeping trees

As more fire and smoke appeared up from the seams

There was nothing more to worry other than our despair

“We need you humans, we need your help”

“We need your kindness, can't you hear us yelp?”

“We need to be valued, we need to be treasured”

“We need to start now, our vines need to be measured”

However a hopeful, blooming tree 

From the roots that chained them down so bear

Was this really all that fair?