Dangers of the Daintree

To Daintree I belong, an alluring, attenuated Albert's lyrebird.

Where I soar, free as jubilance, across mouths of water.

Over the towering Hope's cycads who melodiously sing like violins.

I would never want a change, never want a challenge.

F r e e d o m

Ominous clouds loom like monsters over the forest.

A blanket of danger and that is when I notice it.

A malevolent, macabre, menacing monster with a blazing soul.

My elegant wings quake like a puppy in a rainy thunderstorm.

Trapped

I feel the scorching heat of warmth, prickling my skin.

Where will I flutter, where will I hide, where will I be free?

I glance at my cherished home crumbling before my eyes.

My last gasp of air, and I struggle to fly, and I manage, finally.

Exhausted

How I wish others would care for our brilliant, beautiful home.

Together, we can strive to accomplish this goal.

Every miniature donation counts for this wondrous world.

Please help our species flourish immensely.