“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!
-from Crossroads by Margaret Sangster