She was loved,

So soft and round.

She climbed a gum tree, her heart filled with hope.

One small spark and fire awoke.

Air too thick with ash to see.

Flames are laughing higher

higher.

Grey birds fall from ash grey sky.

But hope is left

For those who build or tend a well-burnt bear.

Other koalas were born.

She climbed a gum tree and curled up, under the stars.

She was loved.