Engulfed in bright flames
The sky's were covered in smoke, not stars
When we came back
All that was left was the burnt empty landscape
The first tree I climbed
The bushes that grew berries
Even the grass that I spent so much time cutting
Was gone
42 million acres of land gone
The glaciers were now brown with ash
And I hate to think what Australia's gonna do now
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Bits and Pieces
PoetryA random collection of my poetry relating to historical events, current events, and generally the way my life is going.
