Larch and the Pine
dark, sturdy pine and a fair graceful larch
on the banks of a clear mountain stream.
the water their boughs made an arch:
they remained in a comradely dream.
came near but the fox and the deer,
a fisherman casting his line.
the murmur of water would cheer
fair, graceful larch and the dark, sturdy pine.
the wind lifted the larch would be gay
her delicate sprays in the sun.
the motionless pine tree would say
pretty larch, will your dancing be done.”
came the winter; the larch tree was bare,
and cold in the pitiless blast.
defiance the pine would declare
dear sister, it soon will be past.”
through the seasons their destinies twine.
I see them when hillwards I roam.
may they flourish, the larch and the pine,
Long, ages long, after I have gone home.