Gamba Grass Poem

It was a sunny day when one small spark brought the fire alive, slithering like a small snake growing and growing while fires were burning,
People were evacuating, kids were crying, houses were burning, fires were spreading, animals were screaming,
Territories were dying, ambulance was beeping, hawks were flying, wind was blowing, smoke was choking, sky was darkening, 
Fire was killing, water was falling, fire was disappearing, cycads were awakening, grass was spreading and place was growing.