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.