Emerald Green
A princess wished for a pet
dragon of her very own.
And in tune with dragon lure
she bought a precious green stone.
It was known in those ages
that baby dragons could swim.
And during a full March moon
they'd sometimes act on a whim.
Sparkling stones in the water
oft lured young ones to jump in.
And if you're there to catch one
it will warm next to your skin.
Breathing through a silver straw
she sits silently below.
And with her glittering stone
waits for a dragon to show.
Feeling the water ripple
she reaches out with both hands.
And though fire burns her fingers
in her hands, a dragon stands.
Dragons are magic creatures,
invisible until seen.
And as she holds the dragon,
it shifts to emerald green.
(Quatrain)
Oct.16, 2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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