[GEORGE, spoken]
Dot, why did you write these words?

[DOT, spoken]
They are your words, George
The ones you muttered so often when you worked

[GEORGE, spoken]
"Order"
"Design"
"Tension"
"Composition"
"Balance"
"Light"
Dot, I cannot read this word

[DOT, spoken]
"Harmony"

[COMPANY]
Sunday
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Purple yellow red grass
As we pass
Through arrangements of shadows
Towards the verticals of trees
Forever...
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Orange violet mass
Of the grass

[DOT]
In our perfect park

[GEORGE]
Made of flecks of light
And dark

[GEORGE & MEN]
And parasols...

[WOMEN]
People strolling through the trees

[COMPANY]
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary Sunday...
Sunday...
Sunday...