Ode To a Phoenix
Nestled in the heart of a blossoming tree
She had just begun to weave
dreams of a sunny tomorrow.
But Fate conspired with Death
and hatched the cruellest plot
to nip her joy in the bud.
A bolt from the blue
fell on the tree of a sudden,
hitting her nest unawares,
bringing it down to the earth.
Too shocked by the heavy blow
to sense her own wounded self
she lay petrified, stunned,
in the midst of her broken dreams.
But before the deadening loss
could kill her lively spirits
she wrang her eyes dry,
and rose up from the wreckage
to fight again and brave
all odds that came her way.
With slow but sure strife
she flew through mist and snow
carving her route to resurrection.
And lo ! she made it at last
reaching the land of bright sunshine
she made her nest on the olive again.
Yes, she is there at last
A hope reborn, a dream realized
life revived from dust and ashes!
Weighing her new grown wings
she is ready to map the skies
even beyond the horizon
for what can be a limit
to a spirit indomitable!
And as she spreads her wings
to take up new flights
leaving the dust of fear behind
I rub my eyes in wonder
and ask myself --
Does Phoenix belong to legends alone?
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