As the Phoenix rested within the forest,
To burn everything to its rebirth as it rest,
A new born had turned the forest into ash,
Once full of green turned gray in a flash.
The Phoenix left the destruction it had made,
As it flew in flames through the sky until it fade,
Without any thoughts of what it had created,
From the ashes a new bird had been animated.
Now to seek the Phoenix of its birth,
Until it rest again for another rebirth,
As the bird from the ash flew to the sky,
To find the Phoenix as it fly.