Through the Breeze
By Jude K
Published 24 July 2024
Trees, rustling in the breeze,
They make me feel so at ease,
Running through goes the possum,
They are so awesome,
Tails swinging like leaves,
But all I do is grieve,
For there are less and less by the night,
Their populations will never reach great heights,
The rainforest holding the great species,
With a lot of animal faeces,
I smell all the things,
That are bought through the breeze,
And it makes me feel so at ease.