Dragon wandered through the forest,

Smiling at his bouquet

Full of bluebells and daisies,

But sighed as he remembered

It was forever incomplete.

I wish I didn’t have wings

That get tangled up in thorns

Whenever I try to pick

A rose,

He said to himself

And the moss-covered rocks.

I can help you with that,

Said a voice from the trees,

And out stumbled Dino,

Who walked into the tangles

Of rose bush and came out

With a perfect little blossom

For Dragon’s bouquet.

And so the two spend days

Wandering through meadows

And sun-soaked swimming holes,

Where Dragon sprayed

Rainbows with his wings,

And they laughed and chased fireflies

That shone with their newfound hope.

But one day,

As they sat perched atop a hill

Outlooking the sea,

Dino said,

If only I had wings,

And remembering the roses,

Dragon lifted him up

To fly through the sky,

Endless blue with friendship

Glimmering along with the sun.

Little did they know,

They had both

Already been soaring.