Red ground ablaze to sapphire skies

I’m beginning to tire, the fire grows higher, higher.

I’m wrapped in barbed wire, I don’t have a plier.

6 months later, flowers bloom,

but still in my heart is a big crater.

Fire a blaze, red sky a dome, 

The fire has so much power it’s free to roam.

Green and grey, yellow in black,

A once lively bush is now coming back.

Every crack and a crunch is a new flower bloom,

It’s likely that animals will be back here soon.

Just like a candle, all fires burn out, 

the firefighters know every drop counts, 

the fire retreats, stopped by soldiers of sand, 

we’re going to win, get together a band, 

the bush is free, there are no cries.

Red ground ablaze to sapphire skies.