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