Meritt

Allow a breath and dive right in,
a story to share,
a story of kin.

What makes a wind dragon?
I have asked myself this,
on many a night away from the Song of home,
and many say that it is the one,
who lets the gale guide their lives.

But I tell you this,
I tell you I tell you, the breeze is my friend,
A home away from home to remind me
of who I am.
I am a Dragon of Wind.

In a land of zephyr and weather, lies the artists.
The creators and the dreamers,
the adventurers and the nurturers.

So I asked myself again,
what makes a wind dragon?

And I tell myself it is one who take the reigns of the tempest,
and lets themselves be whisked away on adventures,
letting your head get lost in the clouds and spreading your wings,
let your heart take you to places of wonder.

But I tell you this,
I tell you I tell you, the breeze is my friend,
a home away from home to remind me
of who I am.
I am a Dragon of Wind.

So I asked the wind,
what makes a wind dragon?

And it didn't reply.
It didn't have to.

The breath and the melodies of the whirlwinds
may take us far away,
and while each spreads their own wings and
let their heads get lost in the clouds,
the breeze is our friend,
and will always lead us home.


But I tell you this,
I tell you I tell you, the breeze is our friend,
a home away from home to remind us
of who we are.
We are the Dragons of Wind.