The Koala
A compassionate breeze caressed his koala face,
communicating a tenderness of acceptance and love
much like his mother’s comforting touch.
She carried his burdening weight upon her back,
labouring to fulfil steady demands for selfless efforts,
for endless patience, for watchful protection
down under the canopy of eucalyptus leaves.
He was unaware that trees like his home
provided comfort and healing for humans too.
There was so much to learn, so much to challenge
his fuzzy mind, so much to know about survival,
but for now he thought only of the gentle joy
he felt from this compassionate breeze.
March, 1992 revised April, 2004
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