Final Scene in Glass

The paint is drying on the trees,

the clay is shaping stone

I've built a hundred dioramas,

I've never felt alone

The prehistoric landscape, the dinosaurs so grand

I place the final tree in place,

with a steady, practiced hand.

I'm the diorama maker's last scene,

a world frozen in glass

The creatures of the ages,

the stories that will pass

The museum will hold them for the children to explore

And I've captured time in miniature,

forever to adore.

I've built the Roman empire,

the pyramids of Giza

I've built the American West,

the ships of the Hispaniola

Each scene is a window to a world that's far away

And I've crafted them with care and love,

in my own quiet way.

I step back to survey my work,

the scene is finally done The dinosaurs are roaring silently,

a prehistoric sun

I've given all my skill and heart,

my life inside the case And I know my final scene is

my best, a perfect,

quiet place.

I'm the diorama maker's last scene,

a world frozen in glass

The creatures of the ages,

the stories that will pass

The museum will hold them for the children to explore

And I've captured time in miniature,

forever to adore.

Forever to adore.