Blaze

The scorching wind blows strong,

but the tree still holds as I run across the ground,

looking for food as the hazardous fire comes,

I run up the red gums

my feet stick like chewed-up gum,

after the blaze comes and goes, I look for a plum

There’s nothing on the ground or up high in the sky,

With no rain for months and with flames for weeks

there’s no time to sprout because of the drought,

my lizard scales go bone dry I think this

is this the end of my life am I going to die

die