.... A phoenix flies

A Phoenix Flies

It soared high in its prime

As it aged it was less brisk

And then it fell in the ruins

Whence the fire was lit

Burning, it turned to ashes

Piled like a dump in a discarded land

Then the season of flight was at hand

And from the ashes rose with much zest

A bird big and gifted with wings

That fluttered and scattered the ashes

And up it shot ala a sky king

The welcoming skies shedding a little drizzle

To fizzle out the thirst on earth

And, for a time, the ruins were hidden by supple sprouts


Kawive,
29th June 2015