Eucalyptus Talk Poem by Altair Laahad

The tall eucalyptus walked along
the valley of dreams and spoke among
a throng of almond and olive trees
and told of days that no man sees

It told of dreams that once were there
when hills around were unaware
of Satan's song that roamed the sky
and drifted stealthily nearby

My innocence watched up and down
and through the road that led to town
between the eucalyptus talk
and satan's shade in weirdest walk

It crawled unseen on air and wires
and pulled along those fake desires
of coming days of plastic laughter
that burst before sunrise and after

The breath therefrom was cold as ice,
which chilled the air and touched demise
of the dream of almond and olive trees,
that slept with lulling hum of bees