Ashes to Dust

From ashes to ashes, from dust to dust. A phoenix rises and soars above. Over the vast trees and tallest mountains, it soars high into the endless blue skies free for all eternity from the hands of man. From the shackles that bound it in their grasp. It soars high and burns its flames above the azure blue skies and into the starry night. Guardian of the mountains, protector of the forest, teller of the seas, keeper of the skies. It has many names and duties that it plays, but one thing shall forever remain the same, from ash to ash, from dust to dust, a phoenix is born anew. A myth to some, a hope to others. Tales of this great creature passed down from generation and generation. Like a torch that is lit and passed down, the phoenix lives on for all eternity. Even if none can see it now or hope to obtain it’s eternal fire, it is of no consequence. For even if this great bird can no longer be seen, it’s fire lives on burning eternally. The fire now passed down and lies in the hearts of man who have once tried to bound the bird in chains and seek its power. The phoenix saw that the humans and it were more alike than it thought. From this endless cycle of pain they are reborn anew and hope ensues. The phoenix has passed it’s fire to humans and it’s eternal flames lies in the hearts of man. Giving them hope. Giving them pain. Giving them freedom to live for another day. From ashes to ashes, from dust to dust. A human rises and soars above on wingless feet. Free from the shackles that bounded them for all eternity. To reach towards the sky. To reach towards the stars. To find their freedom that needs no cost. Nor a life.

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