Up in the gray clouds above

Flying in such high fashion
It was neither a plane or a dove

But it was the young green dragon

 

Unlike an average dragon

He wasn’t driven by rage’s passion

He wasn’t men’s assassin

But he was kind, gentle, and felt compassion

 

He liked to help others

And defend the kingdom

He enjoyed looking at colors

And soaring the sky in freedom

 

When things get tough

He would not be sad

He would look at the beautiful nature

And his feelings would become glad

 

For in his heart he believed

In the power of positivity

He knew he needed to succeed

In protecting his beloved city