poem

looking down you can see there is a fire coming for me

smoke is filling all the sky because there is a big red fire

dodging, running through the fog I don't know where I'm actually going

this is me i don't want to be here

I live in a tree that I found but now it has just been burned to the ground

all I can see is red flames and smoke it's hard to see but easy to choke

as I run out of the bursting flames I still know that I can't stay

this is what happens to our endangered koalas some have been burned but some are survivors

koalas usually live in eucalyptus trees in the nice weather with the cool summer breeze

now I'm dead and that's quite sad but now I hope you now know about the fires