Your plumage Resplendent with crimson and gold

And your song sung in beauty when the night grows old

Many stories about you are told

Time and time again.

Phoenix, when your time grows nigh,

In flames you’re born and in fire you’ll die,

And from the ashes you’ll rise again

Your song to sing once more at night’s end.

A sign of rebirth, of life after death

Your landings softer than a baby’s breath

Eating nothing but dew from the grass

Your legacy, always, forever will last.

Immortal phoenix forever you’ll fly

In flames you’re born and in fire you’ll die

And always you’ll rise from the ashes again

To continue singing your song at night’s end…