The cry of the bottlebrush

I hear a cry

Not so loud

Still it stands proud 

Not burnt to the dusty ground

It stands there proud until

A crowd comes and puts it down

Down to the dusty ground

I hear a child walking about

They say what a day in May

That the bottlebrush gets turned into a substance like hay

What an average day in May

That bottlebrushes get turned into hay

I see a figure walk past 

It's holding a sign that says 

BottleBrush

And under that it says 

Threatened species 

I cover my tree bark eyes 

And start to cry

No sign of happiness ever again.