The Artists would Wither and Die
If one be born in the mountains and knows and loves its majesty,
and another be born in the canyons and knows and loves its lonesome solitude,
and yet another be born on the plains and knows and loves its tranquility;
should two be dragged up the mountains,
or two be cast down into the canyons,
or even two be set upon the plains that anyone might boast, his, the best or only place to be?
Let him in the mountains paint its majesty for all to see.
Let him in the canyons write of its lonesome solitude for all to read.
Let him on the plains sing of its tranquility for all to hear, giving each a new subject to paint, write and sing about.
There are those who would tear down the mountains to fill the canyons, that all would be plains.....
The artists would wither and die...
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2016