I waited for weeks for the Opening’s glory.
The end of an era; a long-awaited story.
From the ceremony of the first sod turned
it progresses to the accolades so richly earned.
Progress was slow at the start of it all
but foundations built it answered the sky’s call.
Each day it was like a new layer was there
It stands tall now and seems so high
with building blocks built with infinite care.
The Sunflower dancing there in the sky.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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