The Australian Bush

The Australian bush,

Clean, diverse, divine landscapes,

Fading away.

The sun beats down on the dusty earth,

Lonely Western-Barred Bandicoot

Tearing away.

Dehydrated, empty plains, filled with dried, weak shrubs and bushes

Worthless, they vanish away.

The worried Western-Barred Bandicoot

Diminishing, less and less in sight.

A future of possibilities

Plummet, as they lose the flight.

Oh, little Western-Barred Bandicoot,

You wane away.

But it’s too late,

There’s no more time for you to stay.