Eucalyptus Forest

The heart of the Eucalyptus forest where whispers cling to leaves, 

A sorrow survivor, woven by the breeze, 

Koalas, with their round bodies and spoon-shaped noses,

Dwell in the embrace of ancient trees,

Once, Australia cradled them,

With their fur soft as mist, paws adapted to climb,

A delicate balance frayed,

Teetered on the edge, their fate precariously swayed.

Bushfires rage and forests fall,

Human hands have caused it all,

Predators lurk, and roads divide,

The homes where gentle koalas rest, all reside.

Paths through dwindling tracks,

once vast and free,

With new threats have emerged to blind,

As flames lick the forest, leaving ashes behind.

In hospitals, not forests, this bell resounds,

A different battle, a fight for life unbound.

Koalas, too, face odds, endangered they stand,

Their chimes muted by circumstance, fate’s hand.