Kanisa Khalil by Meilin Wong
The Sun is out. The day is bright
The dragons dance upon the grass.
And trees and flowers brilliant.
On the winds they pass.
In and out among the clouds
They frolic in the light,
Sliding down sunbeams,
Dragons crystal bright.
When the sun has passed beyond
Mountains turned purple-blue,
The dragons dance on through the night
On strands of Moon-lit dew.
They dance to strains of music
Unheard by human ears,
As they have danced throught the eons,
Untouched by human years.
Teach me, lovely dragons,
To dance with joy life's plan,
To lift myself to higher planes
Above the limits of common man.
by
D.J. Conway
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