In the shadow of the mountains high,
Where echoes of legends softly lie,
The dragons soar with wings of might,
Painting dawn with fiery light.

Across the azure, vast and wide,
They dance with clouds in graceful stride,
With scales like jewels in sunlight’s gleam,
They guard the realm of dreams unseen.

Their roars resound through valleys deep,
Waking the world from timeless sleep,
With wisdom old as time itself,
They hold the tales of nature’s wealth.

In twilight’s glow, they rest and dream,
Beneath the moon’s silvery beam,
Guardians of the night and day,
In their embrace, the world shall stay.