I love my friends, I love my land, 

But everyone pretends that we are all fine.

Who knows that I am?

Who knows that I’m not?

 

I miss my family, I miss the trees, 

I miss the worry-free days, please let me be free, 

Soon I won’t be here, 

Soon no one will.

 

But it’s hard to savour, because we need to fulfil, 

The regrowing of trees must be a favour, 

What can I do?

All I can do is watch, and everyone is going.

 

But when does it stop?

I am a Koala, living with fear,

Today I am alive, but who knows until,

We all go away.