Die son se skerp is uit my oe Reflected sunlight fades
en ek sien meer as net and I can see
die blink op die water past the glare on the water
dis windrimpels en vis wind ruffles and fish
wat die visstokke tart tease trembling rods
miskien vanaand se ete? with promise
Elke wolk, net voor sonsondergang Before the sun sets
het sy eie goue rand silver lined clouds shine
met sagte vingerstrepe with soft sunlight fingers
sonstrale wat glansend verander sunbeams turning colours
in die mooiste kleure from nice to beautiful
skakering op skakering colours tumbling
dan geel, half perske, selfs appelkoos through the spectrum
terwyl die lug wasig raak yellow, peach then apricot
en die paddas en krieke as mist creeps over the water
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