For the Ones Who Cannot Speak

In silent woods, the bilby hides,
Among the dunes where hope subsides.
The spotted quoll, the swift parrot’s flight,
Flicker and fade in the dwindling light.

The rivers shrink, the wetlands dry,
And helpless gliders cease to fly.
Where once the platypus dove deep,
Now silent pools of memory sleep.

But with each line, we call them near,
Their fragile future held so dear.
In every word, in every plea,
We write a world where they run free.

Let these verses be the key,
To save what’s left of land and sea.
For threatened species, big and small,
This poem stands to save them all.