The Phoenix

The phoenix rises gracefully from the ashes,
Reincarnated, renewed, restored, reborn
Golden hues, jewel-like red and amber flashes,
Richly plumed, flaming colours ripple and adorn.

As if her very plumage is burning, alight,
Colours dance as if alive, her movements so spry,
Her form like a comet as she takes her flight,
Aflame, her blazing trails streak the night sky,

A harmonious melody escapes her beak as she soars,
A melodic symphony expressing her exhilaration,
An enchanting sound, such clarity, so clean and so pure,
She has risen joyous in transformation,

Her flight now over, she rests on tree-top canopies,
Feelings of elation departed, expended and replaced,
She can find true happiness yet cannot share her abilities,
Full of Sorrow as a single tear trickles down her face

The phoenix has but one night on this earth,
This mythical creature so beautiful, so benign
So wise she knows our sorrows from birth,
She is a being that is truly divine

She has one night to let us see true beauty,
On earth, she is touched by our distress,
She represents hope and to restore this, her duty,
Her tears flow for she is never a success,

Still she undertakes her task with passion and devotion
Till dawn she sings her bittersweet lament,
Sorrow and despair her song embodies these emotions,
At sunrise, she falls silent, her spirit spent