the birds of hope

In the land of fire and flames, There's a legend of a powerful bird's name, It's beautiful to behold, with feathers so bright, And wings of gold, shining with delight. Behind its beauty, lies a hidden might, A symbol of rebirth, in the dark of night, It rises from the ashes, with a story to tell, Of hope and renewal, for those who dwell. With wings outstretched, it soars to great heights, A beacon of hope, in the darkest of nights, For those who have lost their way, it's a guiding light, The Phoenix shines, with a beauty so bright.