The charred Ecoside

Walking through the home of nature I find my peace.

This time it feels different but I don’t know why. 

Leaves rustle and crunch just the same.

But ash and blazed trees follow and surround me.

CRUNCH CRUNCH the leaves grumble, as sweat fills the cracks of my palm calming me. 

“Who would do such a thing?” I start to wonder. 

Little did I know we're the ones to wonder.

I look up at this disastrous sight, feeling like a little girl in a lonely world with no place to hide.

My hands feel cold as the breeze flies by, almost like a madman passing by. 

I tread faster as the trees cry for help, like lambs to the slaughter fighting their fight.

I look around desperately, my heart beating faster with the steps of my feet. 

At last I see living hope, my mouth tasting like pounds of coal, my heart pounding to the beat of my feet.

I cry as I see a koala clinging to the last standing tree, like a baby clinging onto its mother in a family of three.

Tears run down my face dramatically as I shiver in fright. 

The small gliders try to find a place for the night, desperate to survive.

I could only feel sorrow and despair at the deadly sight, but really, all because of us is it a deadly sight.