When summer skies burned bitter red,
And forests wept with ash and dread,
They rose with courage, hearts of steel,
To face the fire, to never kneel.
From coast to coast, the sirens cried,
Through choking smoke, where hope had died,
They carved a path with hose and hand—
The guardians of this aching land.
With boots in mud and eyes aflame,
They asked for neither praise nor fame,
Just grit and gear, a steady breath,
And strength to dance so close to death.
And by their side, the selfless came,
Volunteers with no need for name,
Who cooked and hauled and soothed the pain,
In towns that may not rise again.
Oh Canada, lift high your gaze,
To those who braved these harrowing days.
Salute the ones who would not yield,
Who held the line, who healed the field.
We thank you for each sleepless night,
For every ember met with fight,
For love that burned as fierce as flame,
You honor us—you earn your name.
So let the mountains echo wide,
And rivers sing with grateful pride:
To all who faced the fire's breath—
We owe you life, we owe you depth.
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