Sprouting in secret,

growing in hiding.

Spiky protectors,

slowly dying.

Thorny long leaves,

branches with heft.

Mighty defenders

of what they have left.

Colours glimmer,

in the outback.

We can help them 

get back on track.

Glistening flowers

when they are blooming.

Shrouded in bushfires

as they are fuming.

With a little army

for a west Aussie gem.

Save the plants,

save all of them.