The Rainbow Dragon Tale 4

In Rainbow Valley, colors so bright, Where flowers danced in sunshiny light, Lived Rainbo the Dragon, scales shimmering gold, A tale I will tell, brave and bold.

He longed to soar, a fantasy flight, But Rainbo the Dragon, he just couldn't take height! His wings were too small, his heart filled with dread, "I'll never fly high," poor Rainbo then said.

Then prancing along, with manes of pure white, Came unicorns graceful, a magical sight. With horns that sparkled, like stars in the night, They heard Rainbo's woes and offered their light.

"We know a secret," the unicorns cried, "To ride on the rainbows, where dreams coincide! Hold tight to our horns, let magic take hold," And Rainbo believed, a story untold.

They leaped on a rainbow, a shimmering arc, And Rainbo felt lifted, leaving his mark! The wind in his face, the ground far below, With unicorn friends, his spirit aglow.

He swooped and he soared, a colorful streak, With laughter that echoed, playful and meek. They painted the sky with hues so divine, Rainbow Dragon flying, oh so fine!

So now in the valley, whenever you gaze, You might see Rainbo, in a colorful haze. With unicorns prancing, beneath the sun's gleam, Living the magic, a fantastical dream!