Deep within the tangled leaves,
Furled in the rippling shadow
It lies sleeping.
Tight coiled as an ammonite, a ridge
Of bright beads, dew-drop diamonds
Spring from its spine.
Amber orbs, flecked with gold, glitter
Through filmy lids.
It sleeps.
Frail folded wings, in papery pleats
Flicker with dreams of flight.
Ancient as rock, yet fine as a new leaf
Its emerald skin
Stretches and shrinks with each long breath.
In the warm damp air
A sigh of steam
Rises through the rich canopy -
As among the myriad undiscovered miracles
The dragon lies sleeping.
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