Phoenix

Fire, fury, foresight and flight are in its words as it coasts
Through currents strong enough to start a tempest
And keeps clear and cloudy skies lit long after the sun has set,
Writing histories that have yet to or may not be written,
Striking the clouds with outstretched tail of flame
Expiring faster than every second of its countless lives.
It hurtles through space, spreading words of solution
To dilemmas not so quickly resolved after they emerge,
To arguments both trivial and severe, some which spark wars,
And to mere questions of life, fulfilling certain conclusions.
When it falls and mates with the ground, the sun rises twice,
The land and air flaring into sudden apocalypse of anger,
More than enough heat and light to consume armies whole.
Within the crater’s epicenter lies the nest of the feathered god,
Within the ashes lies the seed that will sprout into another age,
Building and rising until newly-born heir breaks free and caws,
A successor to its father, which it will remain to bear the next,
And continue to rule with the divine couple of fire and wisdom,
Spreading faster than floods and horses upon the open plains,
Forever grasping the heavens with its claws, minds with its wings.