The Angophora Costata Tree

The angophora tree, with its red salmon-like bark.
The angophora tree, a eucalyptus friend.  
The angophora tree, a human in the dark.
The angophora tree, its branches, a bend.

On the edge of a cliff it grows
Like a fisherman, waiting for fish out of the sea 
Its leaves shaking when the wind blows
The unmistakable angophora tree

It is your shade
It is your tree
Only if the water is the trade 
And a friend of bees

It is surprise with twist and turns
It is anger with its bright red bark
It is fear glaring down at you 
It is an idea it hits you without knowing 

The angophora tree, its roots long and tangled 
The angophora tree, a salmon like red gum
The angophora tree, its branches long and mangled
The angophora tree, what is it to become