Phoenix

Phoenix Burning embers The last remains of a mighty tree Branches that reached for the sky Leafs that shaded the ground below They burn with a heat that man cannot understand Slowly dying they spark and crackle Flames still live within Hidden from view they thrive Fighting to get out To be released into the heavens The flames form the shape of a bird Feathers stretching into infinity Strong and yet fragile It refuses to die It struggles to stay alive Wings reach toward the sky Its body sways back and forth in the wind Smoke rises from every breath it takes Telling the spirits that it is returning One last effort and the bird breaks free The flames shoot into the sky Burning everything it touches It rises above the sight of mortal man To a land where only the gods can survive Beautiful beyond anything imagination could create The phoenix has returned