Dragon in the sky

A quiet, lazy afternoon at home, is interrupted by nature's undying and unending hymn of praise;
The song, ever present and ever living, requires only for one to look upwards, and 'see';
In that image shone up high, one reads many colours, and listens to many dreams;
And thus, the song having done its job for now, moves on, to the next tired wanderer in search of a muse.

Sigh...