Galah

White, red and blue they are the colours of you.
You spread your wings to fly through the blue.
Eating and pecking at seeds below.
You hum and chirp to say hello.
You spread your wings in the glorious weather.
Soft, smooth and shiny are your feathers.
You know when a storm is here.
Because you all start to disappear.
Forty years your time is near.
Soon everybody will have forgotten you were here.