Glossy Black Cockatoo Remains

You stumble into rugged land, a picturesque scene,

Your eyes behold the finest birds, as wonders reconvene.

The glossy black cockatoos soar for all to admire,

Like a perishing squadron, its future is dire.

But still, it remains.

Extracting wholesome seeds like a ravenous machine,

A nutritious aspect of the herbivore’s cuisine.

Nestled among the embrace of the she-oaks’ filigree,

Black smoke engulfs the sky, perils you can foresee.

But still, it remains.

Ceaseless tears of crimson blood fill its pleading eyes, 

Amidst our laughter, you cannot hear its cries.

The land you once stumbled upon, it couldn’t be duller,

Human life without nature, a canvas without colour.

Gone with no remains.