Grove of the towering Blue Gums

I belong to the grove of towering blue gums,
Nestled between train track and road,
I am tall amongst my brothers and sisters,
My children are spreading and strong.

The ferns below, are a cloak of patchwork and mastery,
Strangled by beer bottles and weeds,
The forest slowly choking, into a timeless sleep,
Encased in a maze of stone, brick and road.

But still, I grow tall,
A pale blue beacon with a flowery green dress,
Growing tall, escaping the encasement of humankind,
But for how long.

When will the bickering apes from the town,
Come with their jugs of rum,
Cutting at my base, Cutting at my thighs,
Then at my branches, Then at my children, then at my home.

Until I fall,
Crushing the ferns, and the weeds and the beer bottles,
Before closing my eyes and forgetting,
My grove of towering blue gums.