In the shadow of the eucalyptus trees,

Scuttling paws and creatures lay unseen,

A gentle creature bathing in the sun,

Yet its future grows uncertain, like a fading dream.

 

Beneath the starry Australian skies,

Where koalas once roamed without fear,

The soft echoes of their gentle cries,

Remind us of a terrible world, growing more near.

 

Ancient trees, fearful of the world,

The koala’s lullaby, so soft and slow,

Singing to their loved ones,

Facing a world where dangers grow.

 

What will become of the koalas,

So small and dear,

If their homes all crumble,

Will they all disappear?