In fiery hues, the phoenix flies,

From ashes born, it takes to the skies.

With wings that span the breadth of dawn,

It soars, a symbol of hope reborn.

 

In every flame, a story's told,

Of endings faced and new paths unfold.

From embers rise, its feathers bright,

A testament to eternal light.

 

Through trials fierce, it finds its way,

Each resurrection, a brand new day.

With every cycle, it learns to rise,

Defying fate beneath azure skies.

 

In every heart, a spark resides,

A flame that never truly hides.

For like the phoenix, we too can be,

Reborn from ashes, wild and free.