Not a valley of lament, of sorrowful state,
and never to surrender to death;
it all depends who makes life to such fate,
believing to his last breath.
Wall Mural by Dr Abe V Rotor
A valley of peace and bounty, AVRLet time stand still in these lovely hills
By the gentle streams and rivulets;
Let the breeze comb the green slopes,
And sing with the hills and rocky cliffs;
The birds fly over the meandering brook
And come to rest from across the bay;
Let the wild call the language of the free,
And signal the coming of night and day.
Where children from TV and mall
Mingle with creatures big and small,
Discover the wonderful world of nature
Away from toys and school.
Here Beethoven composed a lovely song ,
And Schumann added a poetic flair;
Rustic indeed is Amorsolo’s version
Of this hidden valley fair.
Here by the pond Henry Thoreau
wrote a treatise, Man and Nature;
Here Schumacher praised the small,
Small, he said, is beautiful.
Here is respite, here is retreat,
Where the sky and hills ever meet;
Here’s life far, far from the busy lane,
A resort for tired souls and feet.
If life has not been lived well enough
And freedom like a genie chained;
Take it from Milton in his blindness,
He saw a Paradise regained.
And here as in our ancestor’s time
Lies an Eden, lofty yet sublime,
Where there is no need of calendar
To mark the passing of time.