[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

[OLD LADY]
Fading...

[GEORGE]
I'm changing
You're changing

[OLD LADY]
It keeps fading...

[GEORGE]
I'll draw us now before we fade
Mother

[OLD LADY]
It keeps melting before our eyes

[GEORGE]
You watch
While I revise the world
[OLD LADY]
Changing
As we sit here—
Quick, draw it all, Georgie!

[OLD LADY & GEORGE]
Sundays—
Disappearing

[OLD LADY]
As we look

[GEORGE]
Look!...
Look!...

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