The Kookaburra's Call

Amids Aussie woods, once lush and grand,

Devastation struck, a fiery hand.

Gumtrees wept, as forests turned to ash,

Yet from the ruins, hope would rise and clash.

Kookaburra's laughter, now a whispered plea,

Eucalyptus scent lingers, a promise to be free.

Flames may have raged, fierce and wild,

But renewal emerges, like nature's own child.

In devastation's face, we rise,

To mend, restore, beneath the skies.

With unity, we'll heal the pain,

As kookaburra's laughter fills our domain.