Dragons of the Mount

They lair in lofty mountain peaks,
in windy tones of ancient tounges the speak.
Though on quests they travel far afield,
rarely do they exercise the power they wield.
The keepers of the windy heights,
on full moon nights they soar in flights.
To land and sup on the dew of morn,
and return to misty mountains from whence they were born.
These ancient protectors harken to the wind,
to go forth and all of nature defend.
So intimately with the strands of life they entwine,
that never from their watchpost shall they resign.
Always searching always going,
always seeking always flowing.
Never stopping save to smell a rose,
for only chance determines where the dragon goes.