Rapid Regeneration of Endangered Australian Native Flora

In our society of unnecessary need

We all live our lives of greed

The forest weeps at our at our heinous actions

While in the forest starts a bushfire of destruction

At the crackle, animals flee

At the crackle, the trees worry

And with a thunderous roar, fires start

Which will for a long time not depart

While the fire leaves a ceaseless path of destruction,

Trees together chant songs of resurrection

Although fallen are the fire’s foes

Their chants can still be heard in echoes.

When the song is at last dead, 

Lies a great future up ahead

Out of the ashes sprout green dots

Growing in their ancient ancestor’s spots,

After the sun and water have been poured 

Australia’s native flora have been restored

and while the fire accepts defeat,

It schemes a plot for a repeat.