A walk in the woods,
At about the time,
when the sun was setting.
Camera in hand, a plan in mind;
I stray afar to find,
Along with you, Eucalyptus;
Colours galore, oranges,
Violets, greens, blues and browns.
No dearth of colours,
But for how long ?
Soon they would be, gone;
By an embrace of the night.
And you'd sway gently in the wind
Standing firm and tall, Eucalyptus.
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