Sure, here's a poem for you:

In a village where the shadows lay,
Amidst the mountains, far away,
A famine struck with ruthless might,
Turning day to endless night.

Fields once green, now brown and dry,
Underneath a cloudless sky,
The rivers whispered their goodbyes,
As hope began to fade and die.

Yet in this land of sorrow's song,
A tale of courage grew strong,
A young heart, brave and true,
Set forth to find the morning dew.

Through forests dense and cliffs so steep,
Where ancient secrets seemed to sleep,
She journeyed on with steadfast grace,
To find the spring in a hidden place.

Before the dragon's lair she stood,
With trembling heart, yet understood,
The power of her earnest plea,
To save her home, to set it free.

The dragon, moved by her pure light,
Granted water, clear and bright,
She hurried back, her mission clear,
To end the village's darkest year.

The land revived, the crops did grow,
The rivers danced in joyful flow,
The village sang of Aria's quest,
A legend born, a tale of zest.

In unity, they found their way,
Through darkest night to brightest day,
A story told through ages long,
Of hope, and courage, ever strong.