The Dragon's Friendly Fire

On a magical, mist-kissed mountain high, Where swirling clouds danced in the sky, Lived Sparky the Dragon, with scales of green, The loneliest dragon, you've ever seen.

He sighed a puff of smoke so gray, "Oh, who will come and play today?" His heart felt heavy, a fiery stone, For Sparky the Dragon was all alone.

*Achoo!* A sneeze, a fiery burst, A sudden flame, the very worst! A patch of grass, now turned to toast, "Oh dear," cried Sparky, almost lost.

But from the mist, a tiny light, Lily the Fairy, shining bright. With wings of shimmer and dress of dew, "Don't fret, dear dragon, I can help you!"

She sprinkled dust, a silver shower, On Sparky's snout, with gentle power. "Imagine flowers, imagine rain, Instead of fire, ease the pain!"

He closed his eyes, and took a breath, He thought of lilies, dodging death. A tiny flame, no longer wild, Now flickered gently, like a child.

He learned to breathe a gentle glow, To paint the clouds with fiery flow. Lily climbed on his back so strong, And off they soared, where they belong.

No longer lonely, sad, or blue, Sparky knew just what to do. He lit the night with fiery grace, A dragon's smile upon his face. The mountain peak, no longer dim, Sparky and Lily, friends on a whim!