The first time I drove through Australian bushland,
I saw scorched trees twisted up towards the sky;
everything was black and brown and grey

and green.

There are plants here that need fire to germinate,
to crack their seeds, to grow, to change.
Heat thrust through the soil can stir up
things that were lost years ago;

everything comes back after a bushfire.
 

I could start over after you.

—Gum Trees