A charcoaled land bereft of green
Denuded trees—a ghoulish scene;
Wildlife fled before there came
The all-devouring raging flame—
This place will never be the same.
Deep carpeted in ash and soot
Nothing growing underfoot;
Grey skies magnify the waste
A colourless abandoned place
A thing of beauty is defaced.
Apocalyptic, it might seem
But in this world of great extremes
Where life and death are so entwined
A parable by God’s hand signed
To bring our minuteness to mind?
But hid beneath the ashen ground
The seeds of new life hide, abound;
Unseen by man they incubate
When time is right they’ll germinate,
The countryside rejuvenate.
One year later bushland blooms
Filled with colours and perfumes
Birds are chirping in the trees
Flowers abuzz with honey bees—
Last year despaired of scenes like these.
From death to life by unseen hand
Designed to make us understand,
The bush that bounces back to bloom
The joy that bursts from gloom and doom
Shouts loud of life beyond the tomb.
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