Shay had seen the big log drift against the lodge and all the damage it caused. She felt really sorry for the beavers. "I know you can do it!" she shouted to the beavers as she watched them repair their lodge. But things didn't look so good because it would soon be dark. It was getting dark and the lodge was not yet finished. It was a full moon but the dark clouds didn't let the moon's rays shine through. The beavers asked Shay for help. "Can you move the clouds for us?" they asked. Shay said she would ask her imagination. Shay's imagination flew up to the clouds. "Please help us," she said. "The beavers need to finish their lodge, but it's too dark because you are not letting the moon shine through." "We can't go anywhere without the wind," the clouds said. You can talk to the wind but remember the wind understands only poetic language. Shay's imagination talked to the wind:

Wind, you can be very gentle and calm,
And not blow a feather from our palm.
Some days we are not even aware of you
because nothing shows what you can do.

But other days you really blow and howl
Birds are tossed about, even the mighty owl.
It is then that we see leaves and dust arise,
And all clouds disappear from the skies.

So please wind, do show me your power,
because it is getting dark this very hour.
Make all the clouds disappear from the sky
so the beavers can fix the lodge they occupy.