If I Were A Dragon

If I was a dragon, born of the skies, With clouds as my pillow, where the sun softly lies, I’d weave through the heavens, a shimmering thread, A dance of the winds where the mortals dare tread.
My scales, like the dawn, would gleam gold and jade, A thousand hues shifting as daylight would fade. The rivers would whisper, “Behold our great kin,” For my breath brings the rain, where life may begin.
If I were a dragon, a guardian of lore, I’d cradle the wisdom of ages before. From mountains to oceans, my presence would flow, A spirit of balance where harmony grows.
I’d not seek destruction, but peace as my creed, A watcher, a guide, in humanity’s need. Yet tread not in greed, nor disturb sacred rest, For even a dragon must temper its zest.
If I were a dragon, in twilight I'd soar, Between realms of the living and myth evermore. A symbol eternal, both fearsome and kind, A dream of the ages, unbound and unconfined.