Snow Gum

Fresh, smooth, silky bark.

With a hint of mountain frost.

As I touch the crisp, cold leaves,

I seek the wonderful patterns, 

all of the ancient colours mixing like a rainbow. 

Fluffy, white birds snuggle in the beautiful trees,

trying to keep warm from the blasting winter cold.

I look at the skies as the fresh puffy clouds move on.

I wonder who would want to cut a tree down? 

As the sun leaks energy to the Snow Gums, 

Snow Gums grow up. 

Let them grow old.