Dying Hill, in acrylic, AVR 2010How can I sing on this hill Maria's song,
"The hills are alive with the sound of music,"
Where I now stand is not what I knew then -
the music of the young, pure and angelic?
How can I hear Maria amidst cascading
Streams and waterfalls that never stop,
Rushing, hissing against boulders and rocks,
And precious soil washed from the top?
From here I watch the consequence of my act,
The trees I cut, the farm I did abandon
Lost is the beauty I wanted to own alone.~
Living with Nature, AVR
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