Beautiful trees, graceful trees,
staunch giant trees grace the street,
dropping leaves in a natural carpet
on the ground, lining household gutters.
Far away flames soar high above
the bush, burning leaves fly high
disintegrating into many tiny embers
travelling kilometres across the sky ….
…. to the city street where their
tiny sparks drop on dead leaves
in gutters, burning inside roofs,
drop down on dead leaves on
the ground, spreading flames to
trees, shrubs, hedges, houses.
Houses are now heaps
of blackened rubble,
trees gaunt black skeletons.