The Dreaming Tree

by Duncan Jones

In a village was a tree so full of leaves

Where lived a dragon who spent all his time asleep

And his sleep was full of dreams so full of tales

Of adventures full of flying with great whales

The whales knew distant oceans of all types

Blue, green, yellow where far run the spots and stripes

Despite his size and wings that filled the sky

No time to fight, left many asking, “Why?”

Was colored, made of life, not black and red

Was green and blue, the dreaming tree his bed

He brought his stories back, and so they came

To see and hear adventures told in flames

Then one day village woke, “You can’t stay here!

You’re calm you say but bring too many fear!”

Dragon flew into the sky so full of clouds

Said the fishermen, “Such trouble comes from crowds.”

Now dreams begin to wander without hosts

And in wandering they quite resemble ghosts

For they must be inspirations to the bold

But when left to tell themselves they can’t be told

The magic gone, said town, “Call dragon back!”

In the darkness couldn’t find, the sky was black

One rode a kite across the clouds that night

And found the blue and green … Oh what a sight!

Was one of just as many distant stars

All flew with hints of color, hints of scars

“I can’t go back, so sorry, I must stay

But keep a secret and you too may fly away!”

Now the tree is empty, town so safe and sound

And one often flies a kite and can’t be found

So if you wake a dragon … must be nice

It’s only dreamers who shall ever wake him twice