Endagered Species

In the land where eucalyptus sighs, where golden wattle gently spies,

A shadow looms o'er ancient trees, a whispered threat on summer’s breeze.

The Leadbeater's Possum, swift and small, dances in the twilight’s fall,

With fur of gray and heart of flame, yet now it fears a vanishing name.

In forests dense where secrets keep, where the forest giants sleep,

A fragile chorus once did ring, but silence now takes all the strings.

The fires came with fierce embrace, scarring earth’s once verdant face,

And habitats where dreams would nest, lie hollowed out and sorely pressed.

Yet hope resides where people fight, in twilight's cast and morning’s light,

For hands that plant and hearts that care can mend the wounds laid bare.

So let the forests whisper strong, in harmony, our voices long,

To save a dance that should endure, a species lost, but not obscure.

In every leaf, in every breeze, may rise a promise to appease

The world we share, a fragile gift, with love and care, we heal and lift.