There it stands like a veteran,
The tall Eucalyptus tree,
Proud patriarch of a big family,
And hundreds of young kids.
Years ago as a little seed
Brought by a gust of wind
It was left here on dry ground
With no one close to protect it.
But mother earth adopted it soon,
Giving it space in her kind lap,
And help create its own roots,
To settle down in self-honour.
So it kept moving upward,
With its trunk getting stronger,
And shiny leaves appearing,
To deck it with new glamour.
Since then each passing year
It must have grown taller
Nurtured by the sun and rain
That kept adding to its vigour.
And thus it withstood boldly, Many a challenging weather,
As a living model of survival,
To settle down in self-honour.
So it kept moving upward,
With its trunk getting stronger,
And shiny leaves appearing,
To deck it with new glamour.
Since then each passing year
It must have grown taller
Nurtured by the sun and rain
That kept adding to its vigour.
And thus it withstood boldly, Many a challenging weather,
As a living model of survival,
In the midst of constant ordeal!
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