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Did Gods create this mighty scene,
Of which the winds such forms attain?
These pack of coulds, live from within
My soul rejuvenates, again, again! 

Shapes miltiform, shapes all around - 
Bizzare, unique, close and afar
Transforming by the spell of sound
Act of such wizzardry above!

Sun starts to dive, its journey ceads
With scarlet, violet and green
Scene evaporates if by a deed
Out of the elements therein.