The Everlasting Flames

I hear a crackle and crash in the far away distance,

Fear fills the area as the birds swarm out of the dry forest.

My ears ring to the deafening sound of constant sirens and screaming,

The smoke filling the dry, hot sky like a mushroom cloud.

I walk and tremble over the small twigs which was blown from the sinister fire,

My gloomy eyes flicking past all the embers like a book flipping its pages.

Firemen are big yellow gates with their bodies,

The only thing coming back is injured wombats and a grey kangaroo.

I see the waving koalas screaming for help at the top of the gum tree,

Bugs zoom past me as if I am the light bulb.

I see a long red truck speed into the blistering flames,

The army of smoke trailing behind it.

You can only do the best you can do,

No more no less.

Sweat races down my forehead, from the sight of innocent animals.

I smell the scent of eucalyptus blend in the air with the smoke,

Black trees collapse on the ground are precious children falling over.

I remember the country side music being played as we laughed and drive past that eucalyptus tree,

I can only hope that eucalyptus tree stands just as tall tomorrow.