(Sorry, more higher level words ahead. sweatdrop If anyone doesn't know what some of them mean, just ask and I shall gladly explain.) wink --
Swaying in the frozen breeze.
A lone, ancient silver birch tree.
Every winter and autumn, she dies.
To breathe again in summer and spring, in her branches up high.
She sings to Sol to give her life again.
Give me heat, breath, light. Let my awakening begin.
Shower me with warm, solar rain.
Melt the snow, melt the pain.
For I am the phoenix tree.
My leaves and bark burn in forest fires.
But I will always rise through my ashes.
A silver pillar amongst the dead grasses.
But you are also the one to cause my death.
With your rays you scorch my breath
And wash the forest in an ocean of flaming fire.
It is only your heat and light for which I desire.
Endless life and surviving the cold darkness is what I aspire.
Take from me the flames. The flames of oppression.
For I am the phoenix tree.
My leaves and bark burn in forest fires.
But I will always rise through my ashes.
A silver pillar amongst the dead grasses.
How am I to survive?
This bitter winter.
These burning, windswept cinders.
Shower me with warm, solar rain.
Melt the snow, melt the pain.
Why must you bring me death?
Why must you also take my breath?
Does the solar mind not see?
The fragile, withering thread.
The thread between precious life and tearful death.
Hasn’t the solar spirit a soul?
Take from me death.
Bring to me breath.
Take from me breath.
Bring to me death.
Take me to paradise.
Awake me from my two-season sleep. Allow my soul to arise.
You ethereal being.
Reveal to me your continent of dreams.
For I am the phoenix tree.
My leaves and bark burn in forest fires.
But I will always rise through my ashes.
A silver pillar amongst the dead grasses.
Take me to hell.
Keep me from awakening. Allow my spirit to sleep forever.
My soul will be no more. No more, no less than a withering flower.
Take me to Earth.
Curse me with this ever-lasting cycle of life and death.
Forever bring to me and take from me
My sighing, emerald breath.
Take me to heaven.
Free me from this never-ending cycle.
No longer soak my branches in a rain of frost and flame.
Release me from the pain.
For I am the phoenix tree.
My leaves and bark burn in forest fires.
But I will always rise through my ashes.
A silver pillar amongst the dead grasses.
How can I be so ancient, yet so young?
From my burnt soul, a new life will be sprung.
My ancient life is but thousands of newly emerged souls.
So how can all these souls share the same mind and conscience?
Why do I still feel like a single being?
Reveal to me the answer, in your continent of dreams.
How much more of this cycle can I take?
Through the thousands of years, my souls see the flowers wither and break.
Whilst I stand on high.
My silver arms dancing with the sky.
Your heat and light embracing me. A celestial blanket with sinister care.
The solar fire you will spare.
Swaying in the frozen breeze.
A lone, ancient silver birch tree.
Every winter and autumn, I die.
To breathe again in summer and spring, in my branches up high.
For I am the phoenix tree.
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