Waiting and watching, I await so near, always listening with patient ear.
Expectant yet still, I bide my time, I come when I will, you'll yet be mine.
You know when I'm here, you'll feel the thrill,of the urge to make, to create and fulfill.
No rest or sleep will you want or need,in the grip of creation, no nothing no creed.
The light of completion brightens a smile,that warms the heart with innocent guile.
To sit and see the deed that was done,is the joy that is found when creation has won.
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