The Two

I saw an old pine
That silently had broken
Its way to freedom,
Its way to light and life,
Throughout the cold mass
Of a granite rock.
Now, it was falling slowly
Into the abyss.
All had been in vain.

I met an old man,
Who had been a hero,
Giving everything of him away,
Without even thinking of reward.
Now he was dying,
Alone and helpless,
Betrayed by everyone
Even by himself.
All had been in vain.