Notes About The Poem
This is not normal, so far about 2 million hectares have been burnt and destroyed in New South Wales alone before the first month of summer has finished. Our Aust. govt. denies climate change for the dollar.
Nature: Bushfire
At peace in the world, alone with her joey,
A soft breeze ruffles her hair,
Amongst the green of life all around,
In the freshest of forest filled air,
Just sitting and gazing, peering at love,
In tune with the natural ballet,
She sees the birds fly off for nothing at all,
Fly off to a place far away,
Then a little fat wombat quietly scurries on past,
Over dead leaves all ashen dry,
And off in the distance above all the green,
The orange fires up to the sky,
All hell breaks on out, her paws hit the ground,
One final truth she now understands,
No time to think, for today is her last,
As the fire rips through her home land.
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