Hidden Valley - where there is no need of calendar to mark the passing of time.

Hidden Valley - 

- where there is no need of calendar to mark the passing of time. 

Dr Abe V Rotor

 Hidden Valley in acrylic, AVR 2011

Let time stand still in these lovely huts

     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.

Here Beethoven composed a lovely song ,

     and Schumann added a poetic flare;

rustic would be 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. ~