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Eucalyptus Tree
Sitting in the shade of a Eucalyptus tree,
With the leaves and branches hanging over me.
If I take the time, and look up I will see,
A different world living in a Eucalyptus tree.
Awakening with the dawn, a crisp and brand new day,
I can hear them coming, from many miles away,
Seeking out the nectar, in the flower which is sweet,
Honeyeaters, Wattlebirds, and the Varied Lorikeet.
The sun is rising fast, and darkness turns to light,
But there's another reason, for flowers oh so bright,
Going 'bout their business, spreading pollen making honey,
Are Butterfly's with feral, and the little Native Bee.
Dusk begins to fall, and the sky is turning red,
Birds, Bees and Butterfly's are heading off to bed,
If juicy tips need pruning, there's others waiting there,
Scarabs and Christmas Beetles, line up for their share.
We think the world is sleeping, with darkness of the night,
But there still is movement, beneath the pale moonlight,
Owls scout the outer leaves, seeking out a Sugar Glider,
From the safety of the bark, crawl out the Huntsman Spider.
Sitting in the shade of the Eucalyptus tree,
With the leaves and branches, hanging over me,
If I take the time, and look up I will see,
A different world living in a Eucalyptus tree.
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