Orongorongos.

From splintered green of forest depths
rise cloud-nymphs dancing their eternal ballet, swift and graceful,
an invocation to the Sky-God.

White-laced seas clad in grey satin
shot with deep-sea green
applaud with thunderous roar beneath the pale grey dome.

But aloof and disdainful
intent upon their own delight
the cloud-nymphs rise and sway and fall,
embrace, and flee,
weaving and interweaving intricate patterns of a formal dance
in grace that, effortless and true,
holds all the magic of the hidden sky.

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