The Dragon Jade

Through the intricate lines in the stone,
Into the carved out green, white hue.
Stories are told through the curved jade,
Through swirls of green, white and blue.
Infinite life with the rare earth gem,
Where the 100-year-old dragon lies.
Staying still for all those years,
Lying curved, tired and wise.
Hanging on to the fragile red string,
Stuck straight through the tail.
Holding it together is a small simple knot,
Where the dragon cannot wail.
Here the dragon lives with eternal peace,
Not hearing a single weep.
The dragon chained to the powered stone,
Sleeping weak, drained and sweet.