Only ashes left, of this once great empire
Empire, the result of childish desire
With everything covered, with the best attire
But these conquests, body and mind did tire
Now all destroyed, by the fire

From these ashes, a phoenix did rise
Never head turned, to gaze at demise  
For freedom of the physical, the prize
This never came, as a surprise
For I lit the fire, of my demise

With phoenix, boundless above
Soaring away, from the physical clove
Along its way, it met Noah’s dove
Resting where, water had cut a bluff
This new dimension, a very sweet tough

Sun rise, blank page, blank canvas, new slate
Seed were sown, on ashes of late
Air ashes heat water, result germinate
New ideas, hopes, dreams, grow at steady rate
The sun with its golden shine, sealed my fate