Eucalyptus tree

The smell luring me towards it,
purifying the air,
wishing it were an air spray.

Koalas eating the verdant arid leaves,
so I can see the etching,
of how old it is
and stories of its history.

Rugged and pristine,
patterns, marks, and textures –
it's hard not to stare.

On misty, gusty, frigid days
leaves wave and sway...
opulently.

On seary days,
the leaves get more arid.

This grand tree,
who knew there was so much to be?

There is so much more
than just this,
there is just too much to list!