Regent honeyeaters

Clouds drift past the meadows  

As you fly swiftly home.

Sunflowers, roses, daffodils,  

Yellow flowers like sun lined in rows. 

The sky clear and bright,

Welcoming you home,

Now clouded and poured with endless rain

In mourning of all those lost homes. 

Eucalypt forests and woodlands,

Blossoming trees and mistletoe;

Empty with you gone.

Logging, degradation 

And fragmentation is partly to blame.

Clouds drift past the meadows  

As you fly swiftly home.

Empty forests, empty homes 

Now clouded and poured with endless rain 

In mourning of all those lost homes.