Phoenix, still young, takes flight towards the beaming sun.

Keen on feeling the warmth with every beat of wings,

It soars higher into the beyond, higher into the light it so longs.

But even a phoenix needs to fight the flames of the sky above.

Warmth turns into burns, burns turn into pain.

Phoenix, still young, spirals back down to Mother Earth.

Diving through the sky, carving the ground as if water.

Wounds heal, but scars still remain as constant reminder.

Pressure builds, crushing it back into ash in which it came.

There it lies still; its cries heard by no one.

Phoenix, still young, takes on a new life from the ash.

With wings renewed; a newborn heart in place.

Carefully it crawls out of safety it has known for so long

And again starts a fresh set of hopes, dreams, and fears.

The same world, stares into the eyes of the lone phoenix.

Phoenix, still young, finds that the sun is no longer appealing.

Its wings, now beating to the song of the moonlight,

Ascends the midnight sky with winds breezing through.

May the phoenix never feel the burn of the sun again

As I have felt you outshine me time and time over.