A winter trek up rocks and hills, the crystal trees were calling
The ice and snow and chilly breeze brought hemlock needles falling
But after going round the plot. our energy was flagging,
We happened on a chilly copse, well guarded by a dragon.

Those of his kind stay very still, guard all within their realm
Ensuring all the woodland creatures safe, while at the helm.
We circumnavigated on the ledge above his fields,
And watched him from a distance, safe, our walking sticks were shields

But as the sun began to sink to just behind his shoulder,
there I saw, within his eyes, that he was getting bolder.
A glow of gold, a flash of red, he seemed to gather fire,
but then, he simply smiled gentle warmth upon his shire.

I’m sure that he caught sight of us, and knew we weren’t a threat.
So he went back to silent sleep, the sun began to set.
So on we went, down icy cliffs, our footing not quite sure,
And while he dreamt of fiery days, his charges sleep secure