The Koala

From golden coasts to sunburnt plains,

The beauty of nature’s art remains.

Here, our ancestors once called home:

The heart of Australia, where spirits roam.

In endless canopies of leaves blue-green,

In the gum tree’s cradle; so sweet, serene

A koala blessed with gentle grace,

Relaxing in its natural resting place.

Then bushfires blaze: a fiery dance,

Raging through bush, a scorching advance.

Awoken by fright, the koala’s piercing cries,

Echo through valleys beneath smoky skies.

But here comes a hand, extending her care

A beacon of hope in the creature’s despair

Its soul comforted by her loving face,

And cradled by her motherly embrace.