The tree
if i wished to shake
this tree with my hands
i wouldnt be able to do it
but the wind
which we dont see
troubles and bends
the branches
as the ether pleases
we are sorest bent
and troubled by
invisible hands
but it is the same with
man as with the tree
the more he seeks to rise
into the height and light
the more vigorously
do his roots struggle
earthward downward
into the dark and deep
into the evil
this tree stands lonely
here on the hills
its grown up high
above man and beast
and if it wanted to speak
noone would understand it
it had grown so high
you think youre great
and other great people
know of you
even if they
have a dislike
a better person stands
in the way for everyone
i have known good people
who lost their highest hope
then they thought
hope was useless
then they lived shamelessly
in temporary pleasures
and beyond the day
had hardly an aim