An early hour of mist.... <br />Filmy, translucent robes. <br />The forests' Ambassadors <br />Are about...Royalty. <br /> <br />No birdsong, movements <br />Along treelines. <br />Prescenses in slippered <br />Quiet, disturb nothing. <br /> <br />This early hour, the Fates <br />Sip tea on the lawn... <br />Muses dismount from <br />Unicorns... <br /> <br />The Dragon still sleeps... <br />With its fire of life <br />The Sun <br />Will appear.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleeping-dragon/
