Koala in the bushfires

The flames rise,
almost catching me.
The winds rustle,
pushing the fire to chase me.

My home, my memories,
all gone long ago.
My friends, my loved ones,
not seen below.

What did my home do to the world?
What harm did it do to anyone?
These fires are deadly,
kill everything it is path.
Not till long,
I'll be dead on the path.