Taking a Ride on the Dragon

Many people ride dragons, tan ones, white ones, powdered ones
My dragon is green
When we ride together, we go sky-high
We dance on white clouds
He breathes fire and it fills my lungs and comes out of me
I see what he lets me see
We roll together and every now and then
We both pinch
Sometimes the world tilts, depending on the amount of
Fire we breath
Other times, the world comes to a complete halt
He makes me laugh at things, that normally
are not funny
But when we are flying together, they are
We pass other dragons and their riders
Every now and then, I’ll ride a powdered dragon
But my favorite dragon is the green dragon