EUCALYPTUS 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.