My eucalypt tree

My eucalypt tree is sound and calm
it saw the world through the eye of the beholder.
Through the tremendous wind and pouring rain
and the murderous storm and treacherous flood.
My eucalypt tree has seen it all
from whole great rainforests cut down
to a poor innocent tawny frogmouth shot from high in its tree.
Every day I come and listen to the silent whisper, I wait by the trunk.
I notice the great beautiful mother painting a stunning rainbow across the sky
shades of blood-red all the way to moonlit violet
the great rosellas gossiping from high in the treetops
the stealthy pythons silently mocking their prey
a marvelous pygmy possum staring at me wide-eyed from its perch.
I look around and find it is late
so I stand up and lay a kiss on her smooth wooden trunk
“Thank you my eucalypt tree. I know you did this just for me."