In the heart of the valley, under the sun's golden glow,
Lies a village serene, where the gentle winds blow.
Where Mira, the brave, with her spirit so bright,
Stood against the dragon, a beacon of light.
She climbed the tall mountain, her heart full of grace,
With wildflowers woven in a delicate lace.
"Peace," she implored, "Let us live side by side,"
And the dragon, once fearsome, cast his anger aside.
Now the dragon wears flowers, not a symbol of dread,
But a token of peace, just as Mira had said.
In the heart of the valley, under the moon's gentle glow,
Lives a tale of harmony, where love continues to grow.