Eternal Blaze

In fiery splendor, the phoenix rises, born from ashes and flames. Its wings, a blaze of orange and gold, stretch wide, As if to embrace the heavens, and the soul inside. The tree that once held it, now a burning pyre, Transforms into a fiery throne, a symbol of desire. The phoenix's eyes, like embers, glow with inner light, As it sings a song of rebirth, in the dark of night. With every beat of its wings, a wave of fire is cast, Illuminating the path, for those who seek to be reborn at last. In this dance of flames, we find our own inner fire, A spark that burns within, a desire to rise higher. The phoenix's story is our own, a tale of trials and strife, A journey through the ashes, to emerge reborn, in new life. Let its fiery spirit guide us, through the darkest night, And in its light, may we find, our own inner light.