The bush fire | Sunday Observer

The bush fire

The leaves are out, the trees aren't stout,
Get ready for, for the bush fire,
Oh! the animals are gone,
To find a new house for me,
Their feet as sore,
The bush fire, Oh!
The heavens are about,
To keep the sun out,
Oh! the great bush fire,
From the heaven to the byre,
The flames are now, up,
Like a curve, like a cup.

Razara Amit,
Grade 7 J,