Spirit of the phoenix

This is a poem I wrote a while ago... thought I'd share it with you

Spirit of the Phoenix



In ashes our past lies.
Grey and dark it sleeps.
Then out of it a phoenix flies,
full of passion then it cries,
joyful tears it weeps.


Embracing life, the new to come,
the old at last is turned to young.
Its heart is full of strength and joy,
it will succeed what it will try;
Great deeds will come along!