Origami Dragon

It was a dragon born of the sky
Blue paper nurtured by careful hands
Into a haughty eastern beast
Balanced precariously on short pointed legs
Its tail reaching for the sky
Like vines reaching for the sun
The curve of its body extending
Barely past the length of my finger
The fingers which had breathed life into it
With a thousand careful folds
Sharp folds having faded to dull creases
In the faded blue paper.

To others it may seem
A curiosity at most
And at its least: a whisper of paper
Meaningless, insubstantial as a snowflake
Melting in warm wind.

But to me, it is my creation,
An artefact of my mind
Transmuted from paper to a magnificent beast.