A process, marvelling over
Year-long investigating
Is that halts not, beautifying
Every clime and corner.
Greening, through to what rusts away.
Grounds staining, but through rain!
Out which, as lacquered, ice-lain
Bulbs pop, without delay.
Egg-crack, when upwards, in what's heard
As blue a sky opens
Song-split, with a thrush's, a wren's
Joy-motive, unhampered.
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