Imagine you are the last of your kind, and your life is quickly passing by.  Your only hope--the young you carry within your body.
 

A whisper in the sky A mountain darkness crowned A shiver in the sunlight Casts shadows on a cloud. Hot breeze upon the air Gold scales along the ground The dragon on the mountain She watches all around. Her eyes do swiftly scan To seek for what she fears Her tail tip quivers slightly She'll guard the load she bears. Her claws clutch at the stone She peals into the air A warning thunders strongly To all who might come near. She spreads her wings to leave Her strong legs thrust her high The load she bears is heavy She labors towards the sky. The young within her stir Each yearns to live its life But they're not ready yet To face her world of strife. Her path has not been easy The last one of her kind All men pursue and hunt her No solace can she find. All those she knew have died She longs for what she's lost The only hope she knows Won't come without a cost. The young that are inside her Could kill her in their birth They know not what she's risking To bring their young lives forth. She lands within her cave Her belly swollen tight She crawls into the darkness Her eyes all full of light. Next morning out they creep So young and yet so strong They crawl into the sunlight Their voices raise in song. Their mother leads them out She keeps them all in tow Her body slim and sleek Her crooning soft and low. Her happiness complete She watches with delight She does not wait to growl If one goes out of sight. Her race is now remade Twelve fledgling dragons live With voices full of promise Loud roarings now they give.