Ashes to Forests

By day, the wrens and rosellas sing

By night, the owls and gliders call

The majestic forests of mountain ash

A teeming ecosystem of life

A spark on the ground, an ember

The glimmer before the inferno

A fire rises from the glittering spark

A blaze growing ever closer

Birds call in alarm as they take flight

Flames creep up the trunks of the trees

Within hours, a tall forest razed to the ground

A beautiful woodland no more

But after the fire, seeds fall to the ground

Seeds turn to sprouts, and sprouts shoot to the sky

The song of rosellas echoes once more

In the forests of mountain ash