The Phoenix Poem by Helen Crutchett

She flies at night settling on rooftops
Invisible, but no stranger to children
Who understand her mystical ways
With innocence and open hearts.

She is known to lovers when unseen wings
Wrap feathers of bright red and yellow
Around them in a blue bower of
Eros's protection.

She weeps with unsurpassed compassion on
bereaved and hurting people
Fluttering gently, sowing acorns of hope
In their heart.

At the end of this earthly life, she gathers
Souls under her rainbow wings
Giving them safe journey to her magic kingdom
known as tomorrow land.