My Home, The Eucalypt

Through wind, rain, fire and storm,

Still as stone, tough as steel,

Unable to conform,

As its milky bark begins to peel.

Arms outstretched to reach the clouds,

So solitary, yet so proud.

The sap drips and slips,

Coating you in a metallic sheet of paint.

I must admit,

Your beauty I cannot fathom,

Only the devil wishes to taint.

Still, spring air carries pollen in its pockets,

And the birds enjoy the sweet.

I forever keep you in my locket,

Oh, eucalyptus tree, without you, I am incomplete.