WAY

It feeds
The essence
To colour my spirit
Light and bright, where
Many phoenixes rise, from
The ashen dead

Dawn beckons at every gate
Where it wilth, it paveth the way!

It perch
The height
To direction my sight
Soft and silky, where
Many returnth, wafting
To heavenly cocoon

Where ever it wilth
It fillth the nectar way!