A Rainbow Eucalyptus

When Thissa died, we planted an oak tree above her body. She had always loved colors, so we planted a rainbow eucalyptus.

We died also, a few decades after young Thissa died. She had taken her own life by accident, the poor girl. The doctor had subscribed the wrong pills and a few days later, she was still and cold. Thissa was twenty-nine.

(Yes, we did sue the doctor. We won the case.)

The eucalyptus grew, grew, grew for over sixty years under our watchful eyes. We gave it the most loving care ever, as if it was Thissa herself reincarnated.

After we died, the rainbow eucalyptus was still standing strong where Thissa's body lay. It was tall and beautiful, with the most brilliant colors. When we planted it, we said that all the colors represented Thissa's personality.

I believe we were right.

The eucalyptus was mostly a bluish gray color. Thissa's philosophical side, always thinking and writing.

Then there was the shades of orange and yellow. They represented a beautiful spirit, a bouncy girl who never hesitated to wonder at the world.

Shades of green meant a zealous girl who always wanted to know the most of everything. She couldn't be stopped.

Finally, the red and pink. I loved those colors the most out of all of them. Before my death, I'd stop and stare at all the pink and red.

The others thought that red represented how easily Thissa got angry. She was a fiery spirit and no one could ever forget that.

I, alone, knew what the red was really there for.

Love.

She was my betrothed before she died. I believe that Thissa loved me so much, the red and pink came back in the tree we planted for her.

I loved her too.

More than words could ever describe..

But exactly what a rainbow eucalyptus can.