Growing through the bud

Building from little 
Settling the brittle 
winding to ripen
And standing to brighten

Over the field
Filling in with a shield
At no time left bare
Here, there, no where

A spring of passing June
Of blossoms till noon
The crisp found
Of what stays crowned

Gazing from the blue breeze
Neath the still seas
Upright to the bright
To what leads light

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