Volcano burst consumes the world with ash,
A dust that stifles life and clogs the air -
And now on mountainside, a constant gash
That goads with flame all those who wish to dare.
A little bird, whose home had been absorbed
By waves of lava, water slow and burnt,
Now looks upon the gash which calls her toward;
She beats her wings with all the pride she's learnt.
She will now brave the flames to say she won,
She will not let the mountain take her flight,
She will become the Phoenix made of sun,
She will now claim the gash that took her right.
A bird of flame on gusts of ash and soot,
Her mighty shriek so shakes the rocky root.