A poem about a tree and me

You are a eucalyptus, high in the sky and mighty.
Sturdy to the very taproot you shoot up out of earth from;

Though you may sway. Today has me locked minds 

   with you.

My rehearsal of this does not prepare me. 

The sea eagle passes the blue light in my sights,

A helicopter where the bird had been one day before,

A soaring mass.

How are your branches so jut out and your body not arched,

As mine is?