A tree, a brave and blackened guardian, criesAs friends, as roos and emus, burn alive.My limbs are gone, my leaves aflame, my babesNo longer feed the lives of those in pain.Engulfed in reddish, hellish fires run wild,The dozer’s heat plows on and kills its prey.The eucalyptus, old and tired, sighs.I live; a shell of whom I used to be