A tree can be merciful and valuable. A tree can bring demise and perform 
violence to other trees for the sake of itself. Nature is never moral or amoral, 
but its laws can be radical and ambivalent.
 Eucalyptus is about the drama of being innocent and detrimental, about the 
ecology of an alien invasive pyrophyte species.
 More and more water.
 It imbibes all of it to the bottoms of the soil, leaving no moisture in the earth.
 It is devoured by fire like the Hellflames for the greed of their colorful stems. 
Flames of all the tints of possible existing elements.
 But then it will defend from the blood drinkers by emanating the oils scaring 
the ghouls away. It will heal.

The pyrophyte existed in the center of the world and grew out of a 
hypertrophied version of its fruit. It dried up its mantles in the midst of the 
summer season. The sun overcaressed and baked the wrinkles of the leathery 
multilayer bark. Its pieces went up into tatters. They broke off and flew apart 
into chips catching fire in the heated dense air. This is how the fire in the 
emptiness of the barren sky started. And only the laborious bird who was akin 
to the primordial tree could extinguish it.
 The phoenix hummingbird was flying in the stratum of the vacuum-like sky in 
search of oases of life in the wastes of the primordial world. The bird achieved 
a group of ancient trees. They were pouring tears accumulating in a life
refreshing spring. Likewise a syringe needle, the hummingbird’s beak collected 
an amount of water uncomparable to the volume of its graceful body. Phoenix 
rested its eyes over the island of the ancient life of the prehistoric trees and 
moved back to water the main tree.
 And eucalyptus put its fire off. Its leaves were shimmering with a silvery 
radiance. In a mesmerizing dance, the selfish tree exhaled moisture through its 
leaves, releasing a healing mist that replenished the air around the giant fruit. 
The mist condensed into the ocean. 
However, the excess of the oil contained in the bark and collected during the 
fire led to the explosion of the tree. The tree scattered into pieces bringing the 
maternal gene to the ocean.
 The inertia of the explosion killed the bird as well, the eucalyptus partner of the 
rhythm of the origin cycle of mutualism. This is how the ancient diligent bird 
and the severe voracious tree passed away, but the GNA of their ashes refilled 
the ocean out of which the new plants grew. In their curling roots the sprouts 
of new life were raging. The scents of the flows of oil streaming from the funnel 
in the tangle of roots where the eucalyptus burst were strangling the insects 
protecting the ocean from infections.