The Beauty of the Firebird
It happend in the dead of night
A bright streak across the sky
Never before had i seen such a sight
And as i stared dazzled, I heard a painfilled cry

I couldn't even begin to think what it was
As i set out to search i saw it crash
A large something setting the sky ablaze
As I apporched i was pushed away in a flash

Such flaring heat never had i felt
But such wonderous beauty never had i saw
It was a bird of fire, the things legends told
I looked all about me hoping i not flawed

The wonderous beauty of the bird
Was it a dream?
For before me fluttered a phoenix!
This cannot be as it seems!

Then i understood the nature of its pain
Its wing had been hurt badly
Although i didn't know if i could help it
It was because i tryed sadly

However it seemed that i was able to ease its pain
The mighty Fire Bird seemed to be at ease
So free and in the open sky
Helping its wing was indeed a breeze

The wonder and beauty will always live in my heart
The Song of the Phoenix lifts my soul
I know now to see is to understand

That with the Phoenix no stress will take a toll
In my heart and my soul
I will always see the Phoenix soar
Never again shall i be afraid
Not even in the face of a lions roar
Robert Tempest