Their homes.

The koalas have nowhere to go.

Now that their homes are burnt down.

See the forests glow.

Glow an angry bright red all around.

They want their homes back.

They want a place where they can nestle in the trees.

And to feel the forest's earthy breeze. 

They don’t want to see their homes get charred black.

See the sky light up.

Feel the hot air rush through your lungs.

Cough on the smoke.

The fires have just begun.

The koala wants to rest.

It wants to feast on the evergreen eucalyptus leaves. 

And not on the burnt fallen trees.

This place, it now detests.