To be a Dragon

To be a dragonJubilee SungTo be a Dragon

Mother brings me up green mountaintops

She beams like the sunflowers in her hair

No dragon is born flying

Then pushes me toward the ends of the world

Fly, the wind breathes to me

But I only roll through fields of peonies

Pollen tickles my nose

I still can’t fly, I sniffle

No dragon is born flying

The moon speaks through the dying sun

Moonlight warms my skin and burns my wounds

And I jump again

Until butterflies stitch wings into my arms

And I soar into the revived sun

The sun tells me:

No dragon is born flying

But to be a dragon is to fly