Gum Tree Poem

It swishes, it sways, it brightens up my day.
As I look at the tree, it looks as soft as snow.
Relaxing, gentle, as beautiful as a bee.
I look at the tree carefully, it’s calming indeed.
Its bark is dry, as the crust of a pie.
The leaves rustle, as it continues to be comforting,
When I go to sleep, it’s always in my dreams.