In The Drought Ravaged Landscape

A landscape where even gums and wattles are rare The brown and wide paddocks for lack of rain looking bare The waterless creek bed and bone dry roadside drain And the parched countryside is in need of rain Where bush fires have been through survivors count the cost And they mourn for lives of family and friends in the flames of death lost Many grieve for burnt homes and dead animals though homes can be re-built And many suffer from what's known as survivor guilt Where the fires have been through blackness for miles around Fire gutted and blackened trees and blackened burnt ground And where the fires have not been through miles from the nearest town The countryside looking so bare and so brown Where the stunted gum trees refuse to grow tall And where billions of dark ants on the sun baked ground crawl.