Calm little Phoenix
There is no need
to rise
again
and again
For the Spirit within
sits high
with no end
Quiet little Phoenix
There is no need to resound
For the echo
of your Spirit
carries on
unbound
Be at peace
Little Phoenix
For the Spirit within
created the most most delicate
flower
and the most violent volcano
from the river that flows through
your veins
You are mighty and Holy
As ash or bone
You are crowned with glory
And within
is your Thrown
