Phoenix

I am a creature of fire and air
Burning bright and ascending in glorious flight 
Witness my rebirth, this resurrection is such a wonderous sight

Peeking out from fallen ash
tiny bird, alive again, no longer mad

Looking to the sky which came my doom and from which was sent my swirling, sensational salvation
Of fire and turbulence I was born 
and the the flame of tribulation has befallen me over and over

But yet...

You know the how the cliche goes
You know that life will put us all to the test
It is only here that I will confess
There are times I hope for a less fiery final rest
But that is not to be my fate
It is here that I will remain 
These words and this hope will never die
And it is on the other days that I am thankful that nor will I.