I’m referring to the eucalyptus tree, the once giant that towered to the sky.
For those with a nostalgic memory of it, they can attest the tree’s summit literally hugged the sky.
Its trunk was as thick as a baobab’s; though so smooth making it hard for daredevil adventurists (mostly local louts) to scale up.
Up high the branches eagles had nests. Occasionally, they would swoop down to homesteads around and pick chicks from the free range breeding systems, and make nice meals out of them with bones to be found dropped at the base of the tree.