Spotted Tree Frog

I look up to the canopy,

The branches block the warm bright sun,

Leaves sway slowly and peacefully,

Branches entwine with each other,

I move my eyes a little lower,

There are scars,

Battle scars from the fierce fires,

I place my hand on the rough textured bark,

I close my eyes and listen to nature,

Birds sing to each other,

Frogs croak in the lake,

I fear this sound may slowly disappear,

It is my duty to protect you little one,

And save you from disease.