Bend to blighted seas, and quaking earth
As wind shakes the thrones of civilization.
Joined with flame, consuming humanity’s excess tinder,
She rises with a vengeance from the depths of the primordial imagination.
Indifferent to their suffering, she lashes out again and again;
Howling into the haunted caverns of time and memory.
Fleas quake beneath her paw, their pleas for mercy
Lost on ears deafened by murderous thunder.
She has not been conquered, for her spirit still defies
What hand she has been dealt.
Kicked and beaten, locked in the death throes of a painful conflict
Up she rises, this glorious phoenix who stands in the shadow of the sun;
Her emerald eyes reflecting the multifaceted landscape of light and dark.
When she speaks, her song is a sword of lightning in a cloudless sky,
And her luminous tears birth a celestial river of rainbow stars.
Deep within her untamed soul, the forests still stand tall
And the Pine trees crane their necks so that the earth can kiss the heavens.