Returning a glance, shrunken in the womb,
Listening to a deep stir, with emanating sighs,
Towards his home and grounds, winds and dales,
Made a look whimsical and finally descended the steps.
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I have read this poem with patience and awe but thankfully it ends in an awesomely happy note. I am inclined to repeat your words 'In this narrative poem, I am trying to draw such a momentous hour.'