Joy

Deep in a eucalyptus forest, sleeps a koala named Joy.
This forest is green and lush, though people treat it like a toy.
One by one, each tree is done.
Less and less, koalas on an endless run.
To escape the dogs and foxes and cars.
Now the only comfort are the tree and the stars.
The days are short, and all is peace,
Until the saw starts the grease.
Her soft, grey fur is a thick, fluffy coat,
Nothing to stop the sound, a vote?
When they take away her tree,
Joy is left starving and trying to flee.
Where to go?
Joy can’t row.
Surrounded by a river, Joy can’t swim.
The bridge is danger, all is looking grim.
When sun has risen and is shining upon the land
Joy is crouched napping on the sand.
The bridge and trucks are nowhere in sight,
Eucalyptus saplings are sprouting, everything is alright.