The Dragon's Friendly Fire 3

On a magical mountain, mist-kissed and grand, Sparky the dragon felt lonely in the land. His scales shimmered green, eyes of ember bright, But his heart felt quite heavy, filled with the night.

He puffed out a sigh, a rumble so deep, "Oh, I wish I had someone, secrets to keep!" He fidgeted his claws, and he wiggled his snout, Then ACHOO! A big sneeze, fire bursting out!

The flames licked the air, a chaotic display, Nearly singeing the petals of a flower that lay Close by on a rock, but a giggle so sweet, Stopped the dragon's hot panic from his head to his feet.

'Twas Lily the fairy, with wings like the dawn, "Your fire's quite wild, dear dragon, since the moment you're born!" She twirled in the smoke, a magical dance, "Let's learn to control it, give it a chance!"

She taught Sparky deep breaths, and to focus his mind, To picture soft breezes, gentle and kind. He imagined cool rivers, and snowflakes so white, And slowly, the fire began to burn right!

No longer a blast, uncontrolled and so wild, But a soft, steady glow, gentle and mild. He puffed out a ring, a shimmering spark, Then another, and another, lighting the dark!

With Lily on his back, they soared in the air, Sparky's controlled fire, banishing despair. He lit up the mountains, a fiery ballet, A friendly, warm dragon, lighting the way!