There is nothing more frightening to the man on the land than a bush fire. This poem was included in my first book of poetry If it Rhymes...It's Poetry

Bushfire

Flickering flames of frenzied fury
Fanned by a freshening breeze.
Terrible tortuous tongues of fire
Hungrily lick at the trees.

With a roaring rush, the raging inferno
Famishes forest and farm,
'Til the land is blackened, barren and bare
And the world once wild is calm.

And the stillness settles on silent soil
Which once was the place of trees,
While the animals dead, or long since gone
Are merely memories.

But the green grass grows as time goes by,
And sinewy saplings soar;
For Nature nourishes new grown trees
'Til the bush is there once more.