The Windriders

	    To be a dragon is to be fast and free,
            To watch the years go by, so quickly turning.
            The world and all its power bows to thee,
            And flames of life within thy blood are burning.
            Ne'er shall thou wonder if thou shalt survive
            The hellish beauty of the perilous storm;
            Thy wings shall bear thee upwards; thou shalt thrive,
            And find thyself in a safe haven, warm.
            The wind calls to thee, and its rapid rush
            Sings to thy wings to come and ride the skies.
            Below thee sounds the music of the thrush,
            And thou dost listen, as through Heaven thou flies.
            Thou shalt watch the folly of mortal Man,
            And laugh, amused by his foolish pride.
            For he cannot know the world as thee can;
            He never shall upon the Four Winds ride.
                                         ---Amanda M. Hayes