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.