Legends of old

In ancient lands where giants roamed with might,

Sauropods grazed under the golden light,

Their necks stretched high to reach the leaves so green,

A peaceful existence, a majestic scene.

Stegosaurus stood with plates upon its back,

In modern traffic, it would surely lack,

The patience for the cars that never ceases,

Longing for a time of calm and peace.

T-Rex, the king with jaws so sharp and strong,

Would rule again, a primal dance and song,

Pterodactyls soaring in the sky so high,

Legends of old, they never truly die.