Members: Kyle Bracken
Mrs. Music follows Mr. Lark a lot. Mr. Lark seems to be the only thing that brings her joy and he enjoys her company. She'll sit back and just listens to his voice. You see, he has a beautiful voice, one of an advanced lark by a long Kansas roadside. There is not a thing wrong with speaking Lark, in fact it a beautiful language but many people can not understand it. Mrs. Music can. She hears his voice rise above the fog as the sun rises over the meadow. He starts out quiet and a little harsh from the dark night's chill. The sun's rays soon brings warmth to his feathers and his notes lengthen, melodically flowing through the long prairie grasses, welcoming every sleeping creature to a new day, a new day under the sun. Sometimes, someone will stop to listen to Mr. Lark. They are taken back by his voice but wonder what his melody means. It is then Mrs. Music introduces herself politely. Soon after her introduction, the realm of Nature opens up. Even though there is meaning lost in any translation, meaning is especially lost when translated from Lark. But through the ears of Mrs. Music they will make out Mr. Lark singing, "RISE! Its a beautiful day! Its a beautiful day! Many, many are the promises of our Sun. AWAKE! Its a glorious day! Its a glorious day! True, true is the faithfulness of the Sun."
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