Its eyes are starlight,
Its scales are flames,
Its breath is life,
Its claws are death,
Its wings are the wind that blows through the night
Its roar is the thunder whenever it takes flight
It's there for all to see,
And yet none enjoy,
It governs our skies,
Keeps us safe and warm,
It brings us the food
We rely solely upon,
It calms the waves,
It stirs up the air,
It's there for all to see,
Yet none seem to care,
It's growing weaker
With each passing day
Its breath has gone shallow,
It can't lift its head,
Instead of helping
We let it struggle instead
The poor, poor dragon,
Alone till the end,
We cared too little,
And too much,
And now it's dead
Treat our atmosphere with respect before we die plz
