The Wizard I

Scattered ashes grey and fine Grouping up toward one line To save themselves they did combine Toward the heavens did they cry The heavens did one wizard sent To save the ashes which were burned The wizard spoke and magic bent The scattered ashes then were turned And from the ash a phoenix rose A flaming beauty did compose Her blazing wings sent her to fly The brightest light in all their sights The wizard was indeed astounded His magic did break all the boundaries The phoenix’ flame was spouting fountains The wizard then left for the mountains Heavens asked the job well done The wizard nodded with a frown He whispered with a worried face “I hope the phoenix finds her place”