16 March 2013
There once was a little, tiny dragon, Born from a shimmering sky grey shell. But he was too small to be a proper dragon, And people called him a lizard, the other dragons as well.
The little, tiny, frail dragon, Wanted a tail so powerful and long, He wanted to be flames and fire, He wanted to be strong.
The little, tiny, dragon, Was called, by the big dragons, names. They didn't let the poor little dragon, Play in their flying games.
The little, tiny dragon, Was only as big as a snake. But he was a true dragon, And all the others were fakes.
Because the little, tiny dragon, Had gleaming, emerald wings, Smooth, sleek, and shiny scales. And not all those sparkly gems and things.
The little, tiny dragon, Had a heart made of pure fire. And he learned that it was all, He could ever want and desire.
No matter how small you are, You can do great things. Take a leap of faith and fly, With those giant, gleaming wings.
Inspired by "The Tiny, Little Dragon" by @a_thousand_roses
Only A Lizard • Opuss № I