They say this is a fairy tale,
Just a story and nothing more.
Sit down, relax, let your mind sail
With a tale like never before.
It happened a long time ago,
When charm and beauty ruled the land,
Each day was a wonderful show,
All was so peaceful and so grand.
Days were warm and full of sun,
Nights were calm and full of lights,
Bright, colorful and equal to none,
All blended into majestic sights.
It was filled with many creatures
Some of which you can see today
Each with their own special features
And many beauties to display.
But one of them stood out the most:
Dragons so mighty and graceful.
A unique sight when they came close,
For some wondrous, for some frightful.
Oh, I wish you could have seen them
Riding the wind up in the sky;
With strong bodies, eyes like gems,
And souls warm as the sun of July.
Many great stories surround them
But there’s one so dear to my heart,
Beautiful like a sweet poem
And lovely like a work of art.
There were once two dragon brothers
Twins, like two drops of water,
At first they were equal to others,
With virtue, strength and honor.
Time began to set them apart,
Turning all the more different,
One became kind, with a good heart,
The other harsh and ignorant.
They went from brothers to rivals
With each year increasing the rift
Until envy became their shackles
And set both of them adrift.
One day their father became ill,
Feeling great pains and strong fever,
The threat to his life became real
As the dragon felt death’s flavor.
So he summoned forth his two sons
To send them off and find a cure,
For they were the only ones
That gave him strength to endure.
“My sons, woe is now upon me
As I feel life fading away
Pain is stinging me like a bee,
Fever is growing day by day.
You, who are the light of my eyes,
Must go out there and find a cure
That will save me from my demise
And stop my suffering for sure.
You must look after each other
And together you will succeed
In saving your loving father
And completing this noble deed.
Now, go. Let the soft winds guide you
To every land under the sky.
Let your wings be strong and true
And your spirits alive and high.”
So they set off on this long quest
To make their father well again
There was no time to stop and rest,
Knowing that he was in great pain.
They went over mountains and plains,
Through thick forests and hot deserts,
They endured harsh winds and cold rains;
None could stop them in their efforts.
But the trip was taking too long
And time was quickly running out,
They couldn’t afford to prolong
Their father’s pain and raise his doubt.
The kind dragon began to speak
About which path to follow
“Brother, we don’t know what to seek
And our progress is very slow.
Let us ask others of our kin
For guidance and some advice.
Our father is so weak and thin
And our search will not suffice.”
“No, we must keep on our path
And find the cure ourselves.
I don’t want to face father’s wrath,
So let others help themselves.”
“Dear brother, I don’t want to believe
That you could be so harsh and cold;
If you won’t listen I will leave
While you search in vain for fool’s gold.”
“Then leave me and do what you please.
I will bring the cure to father
While you search over trees and seas
Then return to face his anger.”
“Brother, I wish you all the best
And hope that you’ll find what you seek
Just remember me on your quest
And I’ll come to you when you’re weak.”
So they went on their separate ways,
Putting more distance between them,
The hours were turning to days
And father had no news of them.
Then, finally, word reached his ears
That his sons disobeyed him.
This brought the old dragon to tears
And his hopes were now so dim.
The kind dragon searched for a cure
But no answer came in his sight
Then he learned that one who’s so pure
Can heal even the darkest plight.
So, out of love for his father,
He turned himself into a spring
So his water can make all feel better
And release his father from death’s sting.
Word of this act spread through the land
Until reaching to his father.
He felt touched by an act so grand
And spoke to all that gathered.
“Let this sacrifice reach your hearts
And this water fill your soul
So that my son never departs
From here, the resting place of his soul.”
The old dragon drank from the spring
To cure himself and feel his son.
Now he could always hear him sing
With a crystal voice matched by none.
Time passed, the spring remained there,
Always healing the pure and true
And you can always find it where
A crystal voice sings, heard by few.
His brother became lost elsewhere
Never seen by any other;
I believe that he’s still out there,
Searching for his long lost brother.
November 21, 2015