Brendan Quirk Sep 7, 2023 Sonatas XI-34 (Seeking)Beyond the trees up stones we climb Around a cliff face in double time We rush as quickly as we dare To see a scene both rich and rare. We hear the water rushing there Beyond the next turn we shall see The water rushing fast and free To tumble, falling endlessly. To make its liquid noise so bright To splash and bubble, hit by light From every direction – there such a sight Each drop is cut and diamond-like. Mankind can sully it with trash Or pollute it all when they pass Discard old cans; make streams grow rust Or - to Seekers - we can our world entrust.
Sonatas XI-34 (Seeking)Beyond the trees up stones we climb Around a cliff face in double time We rush as quickly as we dare To see a scene both rich and rare. We hear the water rushing there Beyond the next turn we shall see The water rushing fast and free To tumble, falling endlessly. To make its liquid noise so bright To splash and bubble, hit by light From every direction – there such a sight Each drop is cut and diamond-like. Mankind can sully it with trash Or pollute it all when they pass Discard old cans; make streams grow rust Or - to Seekers - we can our world entrust.