(To Oscar Wilde)

Shall I compare you to a summer’s night
why not, it is so lovely, it’s so bright
and soothing winds carry our whispering
from quivering leaves to leaves quivering

Branches interwoven seem to embrace
and smiles interchanged from face to face
nightingales‘ songs, mild moonlit night
far from the madding crowd, without fright

Aurora ex orient sends greetings in gold
and happy to be out of comparable mould.
fresh breezes as carriers of many a kiss
which manifold rhyme with ephemeral bliss

But then from afar there could be discerned a crew of excavators in green and orange overalls getting along with their huge machines.

Their first job this morning was to fell the trees which stood right in the centre of a new motorway junction.

They arrived before long.

Among them was a young student of literature who wanted to make some money before the new term.

They simply took their huge chainsaws.
First they cut down the lime tree.
Terrible crash down.
And when she was falling the student was not sure but thought there’d been a sigh.

Then it was the turn of the oak.
Rattling sounds.
Saws cutting into the core of the stem.
And when he was falling down there were two creaking sounds like ‚er‘ and ‚el‘.
And the student interpreted them as a Farewell.