Translations

How dreamy I think the meadow will be

that very first summer without me.

The house is empty, the garden lush

The dandelions puffing their fuzz.

The birds stay still, making no sound.

Grass overgrows the roses round and around.

Very carefully the trees

lie down to go to sleep.

From their trunks a forest shoots up

And the house will not recoup.

Moral:

Life grows so well

when people don’t meddle

Jetske Spanjer 23 augustus 2024