The Golden Flame

She took to the skies, her emerald wings, beating against the rays of the glimmering sun, as it’s white rays glazed her shimmering body. Like a diamond in the sky, for miles she rode, through the grasslands and savannas, the great rain-forests and thick evergreens, till she reached the barren lands, where she stopped, in surprise and dismay. Her great, old forehead wrinkled with concern, a strange understanding lingered within those light, perfect eyes.
She arched her neck, drew in her breath, as upon the broken lands, she released her warm golden breath. As the flames touched the distorted floors, they turned to grass, green and fresh, like that seen in spring, when the dews gently caress their blades in the early hour of the morn. The grey mournful rocks turned to flower bushes with violets and honey-suckle in abundance, stretching their stalks to the sky, almost as if greeting the great Dragon. She smiled, as she continued towards the sun.
Her breath was that of the flame of hope, the flame of peace and beauty. It is flame that can never be extinguished, a flame so pure, it melts the hardest hearts and can undo the greatest curses. It is a flame she instilled in all our souls, the flame of true justice, mercy and love. If we hold each other’s hand in unity and nurture that diminished, slight flame, Her wise, light eyes will open once from deepest slumber, and once more, she will fly across the vaste blue velvet sky, the white sun light dancing upon her emerald scales, with the grace of a star, shining through the morning light, and through the darkest nights.