Dragons Breath.
A Dragon flies. Raven black.
Exhaling benevolent plumes.
That float skyward
To expand into cloud.
The kindly beast circles.
Swoops over high-mountain ridges
Skims over slopes bearded
By blessed tea-trees.
High above his vapours seed
With love and wisdom.
They release silver drops of life
Upon the gentle trees.
The mountainside absorbs.
Roots suckle from the earth’s breast
As tea bushes reach
Toward the immortal sky.
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