Morning (March)

[Symphony] First Movement: O what a lovely morning! O what a lovely morning! O what a lovely morning! The person next to me is lost in thought from which, will they ever return? Second Movement: The sky is elevated out of all proportion to the surrounding countryside. The earth is the sky’s only visible means of support. Third Movement: All the texts in the world cannot explain how you are you. Texts are immaterial when I am with you. All the texts in the world clap their hands for joy. Fourth Movement: March again, and with March slowly autumn commences…