Crystal Healing

Blue Dragon

Your waters deeper than the scales
Of that long dead dragon blue,
Darker than the indigo
That is the skin of whales.

Spectral and ethereal,
A work of God defined,
So simple and so beautiful,
Yet neglected to be signed.

But who needs words when you have sight?
Or night when you have day,
Even if your write your name,
Nature brushes it away.

Words cannot describe water,
Nor land, sky or color,
To really know they are,
Sight, options there are no other.

The blue dragon in the lake,
The water is crystal clear,
Look while you have the chance,
For the beauty is ephemeral.

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I was inspired to write this looking at the lake by our cabin.
I would love constructive criticism, as I feel this poem is lacking.

Criticism, advice and tips, welcome as always~!

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on this~
Dear Stuart,

Indeed, Blue Dragon is a metaphor, standing for glacial water.