My Tree (Eucalyptus)

Tall and proud

Branches stretching to the sky

Roots a mirror image of my branches

Reaching towards the cool water underneath my roots 

My trunk is smooth and twisting

Like a river to the sky

My branches are like fingers probing the skies back

Like a giant masseuse 

My leaves are like arrowheads, long and thin

Swishing in the breeze

Possums use my hollows as a home

Birds use my branches as a safe place to build a nest

In winter, I am devoid of leaves, but summer is the opposite, providing a shady place to rest

In spring, I have flowers, but in autumn, my leaves are red and orange

When I was younger, children would come and climb amongst my strong boughs,

But now all they do is play video games inside 

What will you do for oxygen

when there is not enough, when there is not enough to go round?