A new dawn arrives, In a blistering red heat. A small flame Becomes a bonfire. But alas it won't last Forever. Fade into ashes and smoke. Even brilliance Becomes dust. But tomorrow when The moon sets. The phoenix will rise.
Every day like a phoenix we are reborn into a new beginning. We only have 24 hours to do something. But even the things we build are temporary and will fade into dust. But tomorrow the ashes from today gives birth to a new phoenix.