The Birth Of Rachael

In an ancient and a quiet land
a river flowed, a river ran
it flowed for years through
sacred woods and all was calm and all was good.
and there a sacred figure stood
on Evoo river was rachael born
beneath the sun of ancient time
whose goldeneye did brightly shine
when painting was the fairest art
and TV had not its start.
and craft was fine and craft was fair
and artists drew the fairest hair
and then came change into the woods
and skill was lost and it was not good
and artists became modern fools
and learned no craft in modern schools
and ancient rivers ceased to flow
and the minds of men did cease to grow
and Rachael cried an evoo tear
for the future was already here
and lost to time, an ancient art
yet painting sleeps in higher hearts.