What’s Beauty Worth, The Paradise Parrot

The Paradise Parrot,

In Eastern Australia they had flown, and flocked and lived, and thrived

One would never have dreamt of their demise

For dreams had eyes enthralled by colours that gleam

For dreams had ears enthralled by calls that sing

For dreams had skin prickled by a soaring stream

The Paradise Parrot, a jewel for all

One wouldn’t guess their doomed call

In nature's tapestry the story goes:

It was we who burned and grazed away at their home

Turning away from the dream of paradise

And slowly watch the jewel grow dim

Until no more did they fly and flock and live and thrive,

The Paradise Parrot