The ashes start to smoke
After being burnt to the ground
The fire restarts with a poke
Making a whistling sound

Feathers suddenly reach the surface
A beak pierces through the flames
Realising that its death had a purpose
It carries a lot of names

Full of glory it rises
And spreads its wings to fly
Many things it symbolizes
Just look up at the sky

J.L.M. Haarman

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