Phoenix

Phoenix

How knowing are you, fire bird;
You who lived a hundred years?
What have you learned and heard
Of mortals and their fears?

How happy are you, fire bird;
You who've flown a hundred years?
What distant lands have you known
And is it worth your tears?

And how lonely are you, fire bird;
When fire claims your hundred years?
And would you sell the things you've learned
To have someone who holds you dear?