Origin of The Evening Star

Update

So if you are a writer then you know that things are always changing for stories that we write... SO this story is and will constantly be changing while i finish it with new parts and changes to things i dont like or dont think fit.. so if you all that have read it could... please leave your feedback and Ill give you a little glimpse of a new update to this story

In the heart of the ancient forest,Where sunlight dances through emerald leaves,There dwells a creature of fire and feathers,A being both fierce and tender, who never grieves.The Phoenix, they call her, born from flame,Her wings ablaze with colors unknown,She soars above the treetops, defying time,A symbol of hope, a story eternally sown.Her feathers shimmer like molten gold,Each one a memory of lives long past,For when her fiery form is consumed,She rises anew, her spirit steadfast.In the darkest nights, when shadows creep,The Phoenix sings a mournful song,Of lost loves and forgotten dreams,Of battles fought and righting wrongs.Her tears fall as fiery droplets,Igniting the earth where they land,And from those ashes, life emerges,A testament to her magic, so grand.Oh, Phoenix, guardian of hidden realms,Your flame burns bright in the moon's embrace,May your rebirth inspire weary hearts,And light the way to a better place.So let us raise our voices high,In praise of the mythical bird's flight,For in her fiery dance, we find solace,And the promise of dawn after the darkest night.