For the Birds: Contest

Rising from the ashes of broken wings Eyes maroon. Body fiery red. Wings engulfed in heavenly flames The Phoenix shakes her red and gold feathers Preparing to take off towards the sun Birds of all color Birds of all size Birds of all majesty Birds of all kind Stand one by one To watch her fly Opening their beaks they harmonize in sound Celebrating the birth of the one who rose from sins Singing a song of sweet love and sorrow Gracing her presence with hope for tomorrow Raising each brilliant wing She prepares to take off With one last heartbreaking song Her body ablaze she soars above All alone higher and higher She flies for the birds with broken wings She flies for the birds with a song of no tomorrow She flies for the birds.