When it was the National Day of Writing, I saw the eucalyptus tree and I wanted to do a poem, so I did. I hope you enjoy.

Eucalyptus Tree

I am eucalyptus
I sway in the breeze.
My leaves grow green as a sour apple.
My trunk is stiff and as brown as milky chocolate,
my branches stretch to the bluest sky’s .
As blue as a blueberry,
the streaks of sunlight beam on my leaves.
My shade is very peaceful.
I am eucalyptus tree and I am very proud!