Save the Koalas

In Campbelltown, where eucalyptuses sway,

Whistling in the light of day,

Koalas climb with a sleepy grace.

In their gentle tree, a sacred space.

Once they roamed through leafy boughs,

But now their whispers fade, and silence sows.

The air is thick with a cautious sigh,

As habitats vanish and forests die.

They cradle dreams in their furry embrace,

But the world spins faster, losing pace.

People All Speed, a relentless tide,

While these tender souls seek a place to hide.

Yet hope still dances on the breeze,

In hands that fight for the ancient trees.

For in our hearts, their story thrives.

Together, we can help them survive.

So let us stand, let our voices ring,

For the koalas, let freedom spring.

In Campbelltown's embrace, let them roam,

To reclaim their roots, to find their home.