Gandalf and the dragon

Among the greens, Gandalf was the white cloud

Which made my thoughts a little loud, So tempted to go into the woods That, was not allowed!

Self destruction has been the way It keeps me going even in my prime Strangely, the forests remind me of an earlier time When we took the beer bottles face to face, Not so proud but not going to shroud either, The trees looked like they were covered in scales, Of the mighty dragon from my childhood tales The fiery red inside glowing in the sun, And the brown exterior looked not so done, As I continued down the path, I thought to myself, Self destruction is fun