Yet another facet of Dèr Mouw

The sun’s translated the whole countryside:

potato fields into if not ornate

yet solid prose; while cornfields add a spate

of lyricism, flaming far and wide;

epic in colour, form and sound, the oak

tells of its sun-hero in epic verse;

the poplars choose the tragical, the terse:

how those who strive high, fate fells at one stroke;

perse gravity of green red-kale infers

humour in what seems droll and quite prosaic;

knowing what’s right, and that he never errs,

the pine nods sagely, genially commends –

From the untranslatable immense descends

sheer praise upon the literary mosaic.