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
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