The Phoenix Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

The phoenix tail
dragged across the rainbow-colored sky
in a summer's midnight fantasy,
Oh my, oh my
I wish I possessed that grace
and could make the phoenix jealous.
With its ignited feathers;
Does it ever feel the burn?
Does it ever feel the heat
of its death as it
turns to ash?
Does it ever feel the confusion
after the third day of its
fate when it is reborn
from its remains?
Oh my, oh my
I wish I could fly
like the phoenix can.