My soft feathers wrap me in a warm blanket filled with amity
They keep me warm
Soft silky and alluring
It is true my feathers are my friends and with them I shall fly
Fly to the place where the world never ends, then die
But I shall revive
From death giving ashes I shall thrive
From the coal black soot, I’ll be alive
Once more
As it is said, by folklore
This phoenix shall rise again
My friend