The swan sea

The blue dragon flew high and long,
In search of the beautiful swan,
Suddenly! With eyes yellow and keen,
He spotted this scene:
The majestic white swan,
Not looking at all wan,
Gliding softly with head held high,
Drinking in the diamond light.
Gliding effortlessly across swan sea,
Resting calmly and so peacefully,
Contemplating the days of yore,
When all the animals played nicely, for sure.
Bobbing up and down, drifting
With her feet gently paddling,
Floating through waters glassy,
This white swan was very classy.
Tilting her neck in morning’s light,
She spied a dazzling bright sight,
It was the blue dragon, wings unfurled,
Defender of all living in the swan sea world.
The blue dragon stayed and hovered a little while,
Comforting the white swan and all for miles,
Sovereign protector in his territory was he,
For he was born of bright blue royalty.
So this is the moral of this little story,
If you do not want to swim into swan sea history,
Stay straight as an arrow headed for its mark,
From this you should never depart,
Choose your words wisely,
Use them precisely,
Failing not this kindly request,
Will always serve you well and best,
And, remember always this if you please,
There is a blue dragon, guardian of the swan sea.

Poet: Maribeth Schlobohm