In a forest deep, where the wildflowers bloom,
Lived a tiny dragon in a hidden room.
His name was Kenshin, with wings like lace,
But in his heart, he felt out of place.

He wasn't fierce with a fiery breath,
No thunderous roar to scare away death.
His scales were soft, pale with no shine,
And his size, oh so small, made him feel it all the time.

The other dragons, strong and tall,
Wouldn't notice Kenshin, so tiny, so small.
They soared through the sky with power and pride,
While Kenshin would quietly run and hide.

But in the woods, a wise owl flew,
Who saw the sadness in Kenshin's view.
"Why do you hide, little dragon fair?
Your gentle wings hold magic rare."

Kenshin sighed, his voice so low,
"I'm not like them, I don't have their glow.
I'm just a fairy dragon, so meek,
I wish I was mighty, not frail and weak."

The owl hooted softly, her eyes so kind,
"Strength isn't just what others find.
Your heart is pure, your spirit light,
There's more to a dragon than just a fight.

"Embrace your wings, your gentle spark,
For within nature, you leave a mark.
Not every dragon needs to roar,
There's beauty in being something more."

Kenshin pondered, his heart now light,
He spread his wings, took off in flight.
He danced with the fireflies, glowed in the night,
Found peace in his softness, his heart so bright.

He learned to love his gentle way,
Found joy in the night and the break of day.
For being himself was his true might,
A fairy dragon who shone so bright.

And so in the forest, Kenshin thrived,
A gentle spirit, so alive.
He found his place, his inner grace,
At peace with himself, a smile on his face.