The bird lifted itself into the air.
Its wings flapped, but nobody knew to where.
Its gentle manner took away at last,
And the journey was long but it travelled fast.

The flight found a new meaning,
Only to find it as a new beginning.
The travel although harder is endured,
Any problems along the way cured.

Once again in the flames the bird goes,
Ending a successful adventure as it glows.
Then out of its very own ashes,
Reborn it rises and to another journey it dashes.