The cold blue gums are waiting for the wandering locust trees.
The wind swept over the cold fragrance and wrapped it in the sweet fragrance. The returning birds waited for the arrival of the tree, and the eucalyptus finally waited for the arrival of the roost.
The eucalyptus is a branch, and the evening star returns to its roost.
Intention: Eucalyptus globulus has met the locust bird. I don't love anything but you.