Koalas
By Alex C
Published 23 September 2024
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?