Against her legs, the blades of grass brushed,
her strides were short but not rushed.
Up the craggy slopes, each step firm and measured,
She rose up the hill, a day warm and treasured.
The breeze played with her hair,
murmuring a soft melody in her ear.
The smell of spring,
of earth, flowers and leaves – all sharing.
The chirping of birds, preening their feathers,
lent magic to the vale,
the start of an ethereal fairy tale.
On a lonely rock, she paused and stopped.
The top of the hill was now nearer than before.
She touched the talisman,
this rock was a milestone for sure.
The rock had stood in storms and tempests,
In moonlight nights, a lodestone for the searcher,
a sentinel for the traveller.
She patted the boulder and started up, a little bolder.
Once she reached the summit, there was no more ground to cover,
The grass felt greener and the land was softer.
The river below, a silvery serpent,
Gliding down the mountain, bringing life resplendent.
The skies were blue and the clouds were smiling.
She closed her eyes, her talisman in hand,
Lifted her arms, and hummed a prayer,
With childish fervour.
Her Grandma had told her, “Reach out your arms, you can feel it’s tail,
The dragon will come, if you chant and exhale.”
The wind calmed down, the grass grew still,
The birds waited as she enchanted the hill.
Then she felt, a warm soft purr,
A loving growl, right beside her.
She dared to touch and felt it’s beat,
Rough and scarred, she found her seat.
Her Grandma had given, her love divine,
An ancient talisman, a mystic rhyme,
The dragon girl she was, the queen of the hill,
Up they soared, the skies to thrill.
----SA----
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