Silver Dragon

Silver dragon watches skies
And now he sees the butterflies
As they flie above the seas,
And now he watches as the white clouds rise.

He does see the people and to see
The rhyming and wording of the writer's glee.
Sitting on the lighted rooftops,
Never fear, and never to flee.

Never does he leave the brilliant wonderland
But lookes into reality within the words from a writer's hands.
And he looks upon the beach
And lays upon the cool white sand.