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The Phoenix

Happiness is crafted when and only when the elements combine.

Who can ignore the brilliant sunlight that seeps excitedly through the trees?

The ethereal rays glint at every passer-by, pleasing their day with a miraculous yet subtle shine.

It spawns a phoenix in her soul that keeps her glum face at ease.

Only small, she flaps her pretty wings and chirps hopefully…waiting for the sign.

 

The suits and ties melt into ominous seas of black 

That crave the deltas of darkness as they squint away quickly.

All while, deep within, the phoenix cries as the fire dims from her back,

She rises slowly to attempt flight but she falters weakly.

A glamorous enigma, soothing to the eye yet piercing to the soul

This man’s gaze a testament to hope- each pupil a gleaming sapphire ball.

Despite the temperament, she proceeded to be unsteady

Her vermillion glow fades, she is far from ready.

 

The wind croons as it caresses the water that ripples timidly

All while those twinkling eyes overflow her heart onto her sleeve. 

Secretly hoping the dark seas notice, she glances around shyly.

As per usual they don’t falter, they follow a path they wouldn’t ever leave.

The majestic creature crumbles as her flames are overcome by her own shadows

The pains of the past consume her into the dark hallows.

As children of God may we all be glorified with him?

Or are the ashes of death too great to reverse the cremation- even through hymn? 

 

The world is a beautiful place and it’s worth fighting for

Earnest Hemingway once said that and I believe him to the core.

The sheer beauty of life surrounds us- I’m always amazed

Our minds are now desensitised to this fact- yet we remain unfazed.

As the imperfect daughters and sons of stardust we are all forever entwined

Take note of this and you’ll note that the heavens have been oh so kind.

I’m curious to see how we’ve all been otherwise deterred, 

It seems as though to IGNORE in our society is preferred.

However, I believe in the phoenix that chirps softly from its perch

Its cry a musical testament to the future we search.

She warns that if we continue our way of life we are bound to crash

But when we truly recognise the beauty around us…like advent children we’ll rise from the ash.