Noonlight

Noonlight from Fire, long under tree
In joy you have lived, but beware of the sea!
When you hear the cry of the gull on the shore
Your heart will never rest in the forest no more.

Some say there are two kinds of light. There is moonlight, which is most powerful at midnight, and then there is noonlight, which is most powerful at midday. Noonlight is one of those dragons that is at his best in broad daylight, when he walks under the trees in the forest. Some say he can speak to the trees, and the trees answer him in their old voices. He is happy in the forest, where he can sing songs without words, for Tundras don't have many. He sings songs about hope and dreams and clouds, white fluffy clouds. And about waves and the ocean. He has stood on cliffs, overlooking the waves and the foam upon them and wondering… Can I speak to coral? Can I sing to the voices and the dreams of the waves and the fish? Then he heard the cry of the seagulls and he has not felt at home since. Not under the green light of the trees where his mother brought him, nor near the volcano in which he was born. He longs for the sea, and the sea is calling him home.