The Eucalyptus Tree

In the clearing, there it stands

Mighty and tall, glorious and grand

Slim branches, rustling leaves

Fluttering in the morning breeze

In its branches, koalas play

Come rain, come wind, it does not sway

Come winter’s cold, come summer’s heat

It still stands firmly in its seat

It is one of Australia’s greatest glories

The guardian of Aboriginal stories

Strong and sturdy, despite its age

It holds tightly centuries of heritage

This marvellous sight

Brings me joy and delight

This beauty I see

Is the eucalyptus tree