THE CLOUD SCULPTORS 
                                             Staeorra Rokraven 
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               The air finds flight in forms of lofty wind 
               As one with nature's children taking part 
               And soaring up to go and find a friend 
               Then join with water spinning wispy art. 
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               This nature's process has eternal known 
               The way to hang up on the sky these drapes 
               But wonder not how these soft clouds have grown 
               From fleecy strand filled webs to take their shapes? 
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               Perhaps the artist's brush a thing unseen 
               With living tools the Elder Gods express 
               Those firey ones whose scales and talons gleam 
               To grace the heavens with their soft caress. 
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                 Now see the strokes of carving wings along 
                 With falling rain - the strains of Dragon song. 

                                                                                           1868