Deadly and malignant the bush fire may be
Burning, wrecking and smashing through life
Reducing the once good moments of elation
To sad ashes that invoke sad streams of tears
Flattening the hopes that were once promising
To a barren wilderness of eternal desolation
Replacing the most wonderful experiences
With nothing but the maimed and burnt stumps
Freedom is locked up, isolated, under siege
Surrounded by the snarling smoldering fires
Yet the rain moment is definitely coming
The fire has no chance against the mighty rain
Out of the stumps the forest will spring out
Yet again defiant and stronger than ever
Out of the desolation leaves will shoot out
Yet again vibrant and greener than ever
Out of the ashes the flowers will sprout out
Yet again brilliant and bolder than ever
Out of the smoke fresh air will burst out
Yet again ebullient and sweeter than ever
The bush fire may reduce us to ashes, yet the rain moment will come when we will be green again
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