Love of Forest

The bits of blue sky peek out from my family of green.
Old Granny Whitewood, already one fifteen?
Even my leaves don't feel so lean.
Feelings of calm and curiosity fall over me.
I hear the cry of a kookaburra, and a possum, I see.
But what is essential is never seen.
Nature never knows what is near.
The baby animals can't stay here.

I see this, the possum, who's sad, but can't mope;
Leadbeater's possum cries in the tree
His momma's arms he can't see
My snow gum branches don't reach out
He can't stay in here without
Protection, so vulnerable, he can't cope
The forest is his final hope.

Now he's grown, a father too
He still remembers me, and the kookaburra's coo
He tells the babies not to be scared
To care for each other like his momma once cared
But he still loves her, her soft grey fur
And his baby heartbeat still lingers in her.
His home is the Forest, and to him I stay true.