Beautiful

[OLD LADY]
Changing
It keeps changing
I see towers
Where there were trees

Going
All the stillness
The solitude
Georgie

Sundays
Disappearing
All the time
When things were beautiful

[GEORGE]
All things are beautiful
Mother
All trees, all towers
Beautiful
That tower
Beautiful, Mother
See?
A perfect tree

Pretty isn't beautiful, Mother
Pretty is what changes
What the eye arranges
Is what is beautiful

I'm changing
You're changing
I'll draw now before we fade
Mother
You watch
While I revise the world

[OLD LADY]
Changing
As we sit here
Quick, draw it all, Georgie!
Sundays
Disappearing
As we look

[GEORGE]
Look

[OLD LADY]
You make it beautiful
(spoken)
Oh Georgie, how I long for the old view