The Blaze, The Bloom

The burn of trees in the morning 

The smoke, a brutal warning 

The choking fume swelling above 

The house-destroying fire shows no love 

Fire in the distance 

Wiping everything out of existence 

Forests burning, sirens blaring 

The fire keeps on flaring 

 Houses burning to ash 

People running out of cash 

All you see is black 

Time to pack

Black Saturday 

No more of the fray 

Looks like the forest will meet its doom 

But it will once again bloom