Oh whispering heights where the eagles soar,
Danu, goddess of the air, reigns free,
Her breath, a breeze for those below,
Her gaze, the endless sky and all between.
Air elementals, in gossamer flight,
Dance upon the twilight's edge,
Their wings, translucent, catch the light,
As they weave through the clouds' ledge .
Vapour clouds, as silken veils, unfold,
Shaped by her gentle hands,
Each wisp a story, softly told,
In the language of wind over land.
Danu's laughter, a zephyr's song,
Ripples over the moore's lea,
Carrying whispers, swift and long,
Playing from mountains to the sea.
Feathers drift on currents mild,
Echoes of the realms unseen,
Where the goddess, wild and unbeguiled,
Dwells in spaces serene.
The realm of air, a boundless dome,
Where spirits of the wind reside,
In Danu's embrace, they find their home,
On wings of ether, they glide.
She is the dawn's first gentle sigh,
The dusk’s last tender kiss,
In her domain, the spirits fly,
And all the world finds bliss.
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