document.write("Ah in the thunder air<br />how still the trees are!<br /><br />And the lime-tree, lovely and tall, every leaf silent<br />hardly looses even a last breath of perfume.<br /><br />And the ghostly, creamy coloured little tree of leaves<br />white, ivory white among the rambling greens<br />how evanescent, variegated elder, she hesitates on the green grass<br />as if, in another moment, she would disappear<br />with all her grace of foam!<br /><br />And the larch that is only a column, it goes up too tall to see:<br />and the balsam-pines that are blue with the grey-blue blueness of<br />     things from the sea,<br />and the young copper beech, its leaves red-rosy at the ends<br />how still they are together, they stand so still<br />in the thunder air, all strangers to one another<br />as the green grass glows upwards, strangers in the silent garden.<br /><br />                              Lichtental");