Thirty Three Hundred - A Soap Stone Wing

Etched into stone like mastered ice-sculpting
Patterns like string woven into wool
The pleasure it brings like a reversal sting
Controlled hand helped by one stable tool
Thirty three hundred details
Adored by thousands of girls and males
Thirty three hundred artists all morphed into one
Just to crate this sculpture, and adore it when done
Thirty three hundred atoms of soap stone and metal
One tool etched away the tiniest of parts
To reveal a wing of a bird, the most important part
Thirty three hundred hours,
Thirty three hundred minutes,
Thirty three hundred seconds,
Who knew a stone wing could hold more love than the hand that made it
Who knew an exaggeration,
Of thirty three hundred,
Could sound so accurate.