In Grave Danger

Where snow meets grass

and wildflowers bloom,

I stand here

up on this lonely peak.

The rivers gurgle as I sing

to my future mate

my song begins to ring

across this beautiful place.

The Indigenous Peoples called me "Corroboree"

because of my call

it sounded like their gatherings

when the leaves began to fall.

I once lived across the Alps

but then the Europeans came

they built roads and felled trees 

now my habitat is less tame.

Dear friend,

I am in grave danger

for if I am not saved

I will disappear - Dead, Extinct, Nonexsistent.