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A delicate balance,
spinning in deep space
but hanging on with a weak grasp,
grounded by gravity
but rooted in a skeletal soil,
breathing in the thin
swathe of gases embracing this earth.
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A fragile kiss of life
on the eucalyptus lips,
lips which will then part
and exhale for us all
who breathe today
but maybe not tomorrow.
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Note: Photo by Gabrielle Bryden
Gabe Feathers McGee 
A very powerful ending –
I love “lips which will then part
and exhale for all of us”
thanks bluebee 😀 gotta love trees
Indeed true…if we do not take better care of this earth…it may not share its gifts with us.
thanks Charles – wouldn’t it be great if we could slowly reduce the oxygen supply to those who would destroy the very trees that supply us with oxygen 😉
I have shivers, for with the erosion, slow removal of the ‘lungs’ of this World, (beautiful sight they are too) what does the future hold? I’d be proud to be called a Tree Hugger!! Love the Poem. xPenx
thankyou for your lovely comment penpusherpen 😀 Tree huggers unite 😉
Can you smell the fragance of eucalyptus or do you have to crush the leaves? Beautiful lines, I love trees, love to draw them.
Thanks Ben 😀 They have a lovely smell on hot days but not so much the distinctive eucalyptus smell – you would have to get the oil from the leaves I think to get a really strong scent.