Eucalyptus
Eucalyptus
Amidst those scorching rays,
Standing tall; limbs high up,
Waving, not caring to disrupt.
Roots, busy finding their ways,
Shallow inside flimsy ground.
Inner serenity, not corrupting
When the reflection of bearing
No fruits is taken into account.
Alive to the pneuma of its life,
Laying in essence of its leaves.
Bane of its longevity, still eased,
Pull of timber want, on the rise.
Mere portrayal of more than just
A giving empire, meant to be cut…
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