Eucalyptus Longing

The rushing wonts of action render these happenings unmovable, These feelings, passionately felt, to dull words ill and strained She clings, my koala, with chocolate eyes pining for my green Though each time she lets me go, she leaves me docile and pained Once before I claimed her; yes, she did not turn away from me But instead gazed on how the breeze could sway my branches I wanted my bark to secrete the sweetest tears, So she would know how eternally I yearn for her glances For it is she alone, who can consume and digest my poisons It is she alone—besides the sun—who gives me reason to stand erect