Proverbial Mountain Top
Dragon’s found his mountaintop; he is flying high, right now, so far…
As I made a wish, that he could fly straight… on an amazing, falling star.
Don’t know how long this will last, with his big body and small wings.
But he’s making the most of it all, as I watch him, triumphantly, do his thing!
He’s definitely at the top of his game; even the Elven King admits the same.
But the Elven King says he’ll use the magic up… around nightfall, anyway.
The Elven King controls Dragon’s magic, but won’t give it to him, right then.
The little guy might spin out of control; he’s not ready for that ride, to begin.
Still a touch, is enough, to make a Dragon stop and think, about what’s true…
Someday, he will fly perfectly, but for now, he needs some growing up, to do.
Dragons once obtained their powers, the moment they were hatched… But…
They grew into wild, selfish, crazy things… scarring all… throughout the land.
So a wizard took their powers, and gave them to the Elvin Kings to hold…
Until their minds grow, to love others, for Dragons can be, a tad selfish, I am told.
In their thoughts it is said… They first need to learn to see inside another’s’ head …
To learn, everyone relies upon someone else, and that’s a good thing, for all around.
When Dragon finally discovers this thought… he’ll be at his, beloved mountaintop.
Then to the pinnacle he will have climbed, as he gives true, helping hands, so kind.
But wisdom simply doesn’t come right away, to Dragon’s, I am told, they say….
It must be taught, by loving hands, which can show him, all there is, along the way.
That’s why Grandpa Troll brought me his egg, for patience is the key… They say...
Loving hands will guide his way, better than, early flying wings, can bring.
Written by Carol Eastman 1-19-2015
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