Eucalyptus

Standing green and tall,
Above the rest of the bush,
Makes a lovely snack. 

Taste the dewy air,
Smell the scent- Eucalyptus,
Feel the ice-cold trunk.

The sun will ruin,
The leaves till they are yellow,
This tree must regrow.

When fire is here,
This tree will fall to the ground,
Dropping small seeds.

This tree will regrow,
From inside the undergrowth,
Will rise a new tree.