When they’re young and in their eggs,
Sapphire, topaz, emerald, gold, violet,
Inside a shell as hard as diamond,

The struggle, the effort,
To break into the open world,
The first crack as the shell splits,

The glint, glimmer and sparkle,
As the sun first mirrors against a scale,
As the dragon first sees the green grass,

Their scales reflect the colour,
Of their eggs, the brilliant ,
Colours  of pretty precious stones,

With an indefinite life ahead,
No worries, but what’s for lunch?
Readying for their first flight,

They fly high above the trees,
Stalking their prey, hungry and eager,
Antelope, deer or maybe even bear

The End

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