I have keener vision than hawks
For I watch birds wilt and birth
Raised from the ashes of their weakness
I've seen countless times
A phoenix who held onto themselves
For their old lives
As if pulling a short rope with death
But a rope
Under more tension
Would snap sooner, wouldn't it?
So welcome the change in open arms
Whether leading to goodness or catastrophe
Or even if you don't know where it will take you.
Welcome the opportunity to walk new grass
When your grass has wilted.
Like the phoenix,
You'll be stronger from ashes
Of your weakness.
