I'm The Dragon Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'm the dragon of the rustling leaves,
A silent guardian of forest deep,
Where whispers of the wind through branches weave,
And secrets in the shadows softly sleep.

In emerald glades where sunlight dapples down,
I glide through mists of morning's gentle haze,
With eyes that gleam like gems in nature's crown,
And wings that dance in twilight's amber blaze.

Through ancient woods, my presence lingers long,
A spirit bound to earth and sky's embrace,
In every breath, the echoes of a song,
A melody that time cannot erase.

I'm the dragon of the rustling leaves,
A timeless soul where life and nature cleaves.