Bushfire Above Labertouche

Thunder rolls in the distance, lightning jags across the sky, all around the heavens are angry … a fiery strike becomes the eye. With little rain, and tinder forest, flame reaches out for what is near, rising through gum and wattle, as undergrowths all disappear, hell rises up to the heavens; fear on four legs run or die, sparkling ash swirls to the forefront; smoke quickly fills up the sky. The roar is a warning to all. Don't hesitate! Run, crawl or fly - When confusion has ended; destruction and shattered there lie leaving all eerie; blackened! Scarred! A lifeless bleak charcoal waste, with layered ash casing the soil. Each living soul has been displaced … Listen! … The birds are returning. New green appears on blackened tree. The forest floor is changing; sweet new growth swarms abundantly, There's movement ahead in the distance - returning is the kangaroo! Where lush picking is for the taking, as this forest returns anew … The circle of life is completed. Banksia, grass tree will soon return. Clematis and orchids will show their heads ... … and thrive ‘til the forest - is once again ready to burn.