Crimson Rosella

I awake with the other chirping birds,

My stomach rumbles,

I require food,

My rosella friends and I start searching for blossoms,

Before long I am soaring through the endless blue sky like a sea eagle,

I am flying back to my home and it is falling to the bushland floor,

All the trees are plummeting,

I am lost.

I do not know where to go to next as the forest is dying.