Completed work

In the quiet of dawn, where dreams softly tread,

A completed work rests, its journey well-spread.

Each line and each verse, a tale finely spun,

Reflects the labor of many, now gracefully done.

From the first eager spark to the final, calm close,

The canvas is filled, every corner and space,

With echoes of passion, in a tangible embrace.

In the stillness it breathes, a creation complete,

A testament to persistence, so humble, so sweet.

Now rests the work, in its glory revealed,

A finished masterpiece, its secrets unsealed.