Flames of ash

Gum trees lit up in flames of ash,

Animals howl,

People dash,

Sparks fly in what used to be a ceiling of half baked sky,

Burnt trees drop to the ground, all I can hear is a crackling sound

Fire makes a long trail with its burning tail

Where is the fire I don’t know,

Do I stay or do I go

It’s been two months and we have almost recovered 

My house is gone but my memories have been saved 

A new seed grows bringing me hope that our home of the Bungaree is coming back.