Rosa Frias

A Red, Red Rose

By Robert Burns

 

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose


That’s newly sprung in June;


O my Luve’s like the melodie


That’s sweetly play’d in tune.


As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,


So deep in luve am I:


And I will luve thee still, my dear,


Till a’ the seas gang dry:


Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,


And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:


I will luve thee still, my dear,


While the sands o’ life shall run.


And fare thee well, my only Luve


And fare thee well, a while!


And I will come again, my Luve,


Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

Sound Experience



We showed each of the garden members what the sound of plants is as synthesized by a midi sprout, in the hopes that they will connect with the internal life of the plants. Even though we see them stagnant, plants are alive, always moving, always singing, always running with water inside, and music is a great gentle reminder. This sound was created by Midi Sprout.