The River and the Tree
“You are white and tall and swaying,” sang the river to the tree, “And your leaves are touched with silver—but you never smile on me; For your branches murmur love songs to the sun-kissed turquoise sky, And you seem so far above me that I always hurry by!”
“You are laughing in your shallows, you are somber in your deeps, And below your shining surface there’s a heart that never sleeps; But all day you pass me, dancing, and at evening time you dream, And I didn’t think you liked me,” sang the birch-tree to the stream.
So they got a bit acquainted on a glowing summer day, And they found they liked each other (which is often times the way); And the river got so friendly, and it ran so very slow, That the birch-tree shone reflected in the water down below!