A koala’s tale the face of fire

Nowhere to go,

They huddle around the face of the fire surrounding them,

Parents are dying,

Kids barely surviving.

20 hours is what we need,

Only four for me.

Food is low and our home is gone,

The red shade fades away.

The firemen come wearing masks,

The comfort of their hands around me.

I fall away from the sharp pain,

I don't feel right, about being a koala today.

I rise again to see a new home, 

It might be for me, thousands of dead trees,

But these trees I can call my own.

The scent of a new home fills my nose,

It tingles my body.

I feel home again,

Now my heart can live for the trees.