The Phoenix

They watch the phoenix and dare to admire As she sets herself on fire. But who stood over her ashes to mourn, And wondered if she’d be reborn? Who cried for her when she was gone And who stood in awe as she burned on? Who’d have wept for her for years And who rushed to sip on her tears? They know the phoenix is meant to rise, Its rebirth comes as no surprise. So over her ashes they wait on And as they shrug, she’s truly gone. Who wept as they understood That her fire burned out for good? The brightest phoenix ever known, She saved all souls, except her own.