The Uplands
- their songs send into the air nature's happy call
"Crossing the uplands of time, Skirting the borders of night, Scaling the face of the peak of dreams, We enter the region of light, And hastening on with eager intent, Arrive at the rainbow's end, And here uncover the pot of gold Buried deep in the heart of a friend." - Author: Grace Coolidge
Paintings by Dr Abe V Rotor
Living Fire in Trees in acrylic 2012
Tree of Childhood, wall mural detail at author's residence,
San Vicente, Ilocos Sur, circa 2005
The uplands, happy they bloom fire to summer's end,
sigh with some dying waterfall;
hues of brown and green, earth and sky they blend,
waiting for the first rain to fall,
to wake the crickets and cicada, their songs to send
into the air nature's happy call. ~
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