She is smooth but bumpy

I wonder how long she survives

She sounds like bushes rustling in the wind

She smells like eucalyptus

She tastes like the bitter wind on a cold morning

I see beautiful trees as she falls to the dirt ground

I want to know what life is like for her

I ask, “Do you smell beautiful because you're from a eucalyptus tree?”

She answers, “We all smell beautiful, my friend”

She is smooth but bumpy