Sleeping Dragon
napping under
Mother Oak Tree
Dreaming of the time
when flight was fun
& free ~*~
The land was uninhabited ~
plentiful as far as
eye could see
And, though his throat
was filled with fire ~~~
His heart was filled with glee
His wings were strong & mighty
Ever so strong was He
Flying over hills & mountains
Chasing river to the sea ~ ~
But, time's become a lock
& he doesn't have the key ))----<>
So, he's turned to rock, tree & flower
Only revealing himself 2 me
And, as i sketch him
he becomes a part of me
Approaching him like a knight
down on bended knee
Not his phyusical body
but his shining soul I see
C for Camelot
When Love was the motto
& the decree
Where selflessness reigned
Truly the "i"
was more "we"
And, peace was felt by all
No persecution to flee
So, Love 2 fellow man,
beast, environment
was on something we
could all agree |