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 # The Rite of Dawn's Assembly
 
-In days of yore, where standups held their sway,
-Religious teams to this rite did cling tight.
-Believing in its might, they'd all display
+In days of yore, where standups held their sway,  
+Religious teams to this rite did cling tight.  
+Believing in its might, they'd all display  
 Their tasks and toils, at morning's first light.
 
-“'Tis the only path!” they’d loudly decree,
-To boost our voice and our work's potency.
-Yet, in this sea of daily scrutiny,
+“'Tis the only path!” they’d loudly decree,  
+To boost our voice and our work's potency.  
+Yet, in this sea of daily scrutiny,  
 Did they e'er question its necessity?
 
-For in their hearts, joy and productivity,
-Seemed hand in hand with scrum's consistency.
-But having not trod another pathway,
+For in their hearts, joy and productivity,  
+Seemed hand in hand with scrum's consistency.  
+But having not trod another pathway,  
 How sure were they, in their daily ballet?
 
-To question not is to be but a drone,
+To question not is to be but a drone,  
 Yet change may show more ways than they've known.
 
 # Whispers 'Midst the Court of Teams
 
-As time doth pass, objections loud do cry,
-Standups draw long, and patience wears so thin.
-Some feel the gaze of oversight too nigh,
+As time doth pass, objections loud do cry,  
+Standups draw long, and patience wears so thin.  
+Some feel the gaze of oversight too nigh,  
 Whilst others sigh at tales they're lost within.
 
-The daily rite, once held in high esteem,
-Now burdens hearts, and feels not quite so lean.
-"Maintain the stand!" the managers exclaim,
+The daily rite, once held in high esteem,  
+Now burdens hearts, and feels not quite so lean.  
+"Maintain the stand!" the managers exclaim,  
 "For knowledge's spread, 'tis the only regime."
 
-Another quips, "'Tis how we stay aligned!"
-Yet in their hearts, a restlessness they find.
-The status quo, now feels a heavy chain,
+Another quips, "'Tis how we stay aligned!"  
+Yet in their hearts, a restlessness they find.  
+The status quo, now feels a heavy chain,  
 With every voice, there grows a silent pain.
 
-Unease doth spread, as waters dark and deep,
+Unease doth spread, as waters dark and deep,  
 The team in hope, for change they might yet reap.
 
 # Into Uncharted Councils Steered
 
-In growing dissent, the teams make their stand,
-To question the rites of daily discourse.
-With keen eyes they search, across the vast land,
+In growing dissent, the teams make their stand,  
+To question the rites of daily discourse.  
+With keen eyes they search, across the vast land,  
 For new methods, their spirit to endorse.
 
-The captains do doubt, and their concerns voice,
-Yet vibrant ideas do from teams arise.
-"Demos!" cries one, "Let our works make their noise!",
+The captains do doubt, and their concerns voice,  
+Yet vibrant ideas do from teams arise.  
+"Demos!" cries one, "Let our works make their noise!",  
 Another suggests, one-on-one 'neath the skies.
 
-Pair programming, reviews, new tactics bloom,
-As weary traditions begin to wane.
-The tides of change, they sweep away the gloom,
+Pair programming, reviews, new tactics bloom,  
+As weary traditions begin to wane.  
+The tides of change, they sweep away the gloom,  
 Old ways dissolve, as new paths become plain.
 
-Thus in the dance of time and adaptability,
+Thus in the dance of time and adaptability,  
 Teams find their stride, and new possibility.
 
 # Quests in the Halls of Converse
 
-In search of ways, the teams diverge their path,
-Asynchronous rites, emails that they pen,
-Fewer meets they seek, to avoid the wrath,
+In search of ways, the teams diverge their path,  
+Asynchronous rites, emails that they pen,  
+Fewer meets they seek, to avoid the wrath,  
 Of daily drudgery, again and again.
 
-More intimate chats, one-on-one they hold,
-In pair programming, they sharpen their skill.
-Exploring each method, both new and old,
+More intimate chats, one-on-one they hold,  
+In pair programming, they sharpen their skill.  
+Exploring each method, both new and old,  
 They weigh every boon, every bitter pill.
 
-Managers, once stern, now their gaze doth shift,
-Witnessing changes, benefits unfold.
-Yielding their ground, as sands of time do sift,
+Managers, once stern, now their gaze doth shift,  
+Witnessing changes, benefits unfold.  
+Yielding their ground, as sands of time do sift,  
 Embracing the new, releasing the old.
 
-In the grand ballet of work's ebb and flow,
+In the grand ballet of work's ebb and flow,  
 Teams evolve, and brighter futures they sow.
 
 # Where Two Worlds in Concert Meet
 
-From all the trials, some choices do emerge,
-Asynchronous standups, the globe's teams cheer.
-For visual minds, digital boards surge,
+From all the trials, some choices do emerge,  
+Asynchronous standups, the globe's teams cheer.  
+For visual minds, digital boards surge,  
 As preferred tools, their thoughts to make clear.
 
-Meetings grow few, much to all's delight,
-Those that remain, are purposeful and keen.
-Gone are the days of endless oversight,
+Meetings grow few, much to all's delight,  
+Those that remain, are purposeful and keen.  
+Gone are the days of endless oversight,  
 In place, moments of value are seen.
 
-"Support!" cry the captains, in newfound glee,
-Feeling the strength of their teams' tethered core.
-From the throes of old, they now are set free,
+"Support!" cry the captains, in newfound glee,  
+Feeling the strength of their teams' tethered core.  
+From the throes of old, they now are set free,  
 Bonded and strong, as never before.
 
-From trials and tests, the best paths are clear,
+From trials and tests, the best paths are clear,  
 Teams and their leaders, in harmony steer.
 
 # Musing on Fortune's Fickle Hand
 
-With shifts in tide, come trials unforeseen,
-Some souls do long for morning meetings past.
-An anchor lost, in routines once serene,
+With shifts in tide, come trials unforeseen,  
+Some souls do long for morning meetings past.  
+An anchor lost, in routines once serene,  
 Others claim that commitment's not so vast.
 
-Managers note, their gaze oft on boards dwell,
-More than before, in this changed paradigm.
-For in each change, some benefits dispel,
+Managers note, their gaze oft on boards dwell,  
+More than before, in this changed paradigm.  
+For in each change, some benefits dispel,  
 Replaced by costs, in this evolving time.
 
-"No method’s perfect," the team concedes true,
-Every path has its toll, its weight to bear.
-But in pursuit of what’s best, they pursue,
+"No method’s perfect," the team concedes true,  
+Every path has its toll, its weight to bear.  
+But in pursuit of what’s best, they pursue,  
 Balancing gains, with costs they must wear.
 
-In life’s grand dance of loss and of gain,
+In life’s grand dance of loss and of gain,  
 Teams learn to thrive, through pleasure and pain.
 
 # Melding Yesteryears with the Morrow
 
-From experiments vast, wisdom teams glean,
-Blending the best from methods they've tried.
-A hybrid emerges, both fresh and seen,
+From experiments vast, wisdom teams glean,  
+Blending the best from methods they've tried.  
+A hybrid emerges, both fresh and seen,  
 Balancing old and new, side by side.
 
-Asynchronous notes, for days in-between,
-With face-to-face meets, weekly they decide.
-Though returning to paths once before seen,
+Asynchronous notes, for days in-between,  
+With face-to-face meets, weekly they decide.  
+Though returning to paths once before seen,  
 They come renewed, with broader stride.
 
-Most vital of all, in this new phase,
-Teams claim their process, its reins they hold.
-Each member engaged, in collective praise,
+Most vital of all, in this new phase,  
+Teams claim their process, its reins they hold.  
+Each member engaged, in collective praise,  
 For a system by them, shaped and molded.
 
-From trials diverse, a way they have found,
+From trials diverse, a way they have found,  
 Where every voice in harmony does sound.
 
 # Ascendance Beyond Time's Norms
 
-In newfound grace, the teams now flex and bend,
-Having learnt the worth of norms held askew.
-Witnessed have they, to what change can tend,
+In newfound grace, the teams now flex and bend,  
+Having learnt the worth of norms held askew.  
+Witnessed have they, to what change can tend,  
 The boon of steps, both retraced and anew.
 
-The culture's hue, to feedback does incline,
-Embracing shifts, with open arms and heart.
-Where once was rigidity, now they entwine
+The culture's hue, to feedback does incline,  
+Embracing shifts, with open arms and heart.  
+Where once was rigidity, now they entwine  
 Flexibility, as their foremost art.
 
-Managers see, that control's grip too tight,
-Does not always lead to the best of ways.
-Productivity, in this newfound light,
+Managers see, that control's grip too tight,  
+Does not always lead to the best of ways.  
+Productivity, in this newfound light,  
 Reaches peaks unseen, to everyone's praise.
 
-From challenging norms, to heights unforeseen,
+From challenging norms, to heights unforeseen,  
 They've journeyed forth, with purpose evergreen.