REVIVAL

There I sit in a pile of ash. A phoenix

I am forever more.

I soar through the sky giving life, even

though I may hide.

My flame is a light that flickers 

with life.

Even though an immortal bird I abide 

I am yet to be defined.

I grow old with time and as I turn into

a pile of ash I die.

Again I emerge from the ash as the 

bird blessed with eternal life.