The Phoenix Poem by Jonathan H. Scott

Burned to ash, whence the phoenix rises—
Its rebirth and future so devises.
Less or more, five hundred years he lives—
Death, then life, unto his son he gives.
But a youth, the phoenix's course will take—
Its demise and future father make.
From this fate, as such, the phoenix flies—
In the son, the father is as wise.
Now reborn, a prince upon a throne—
None to help. His cause is his alone.
Wiser still, until the son so dies—
But for now, the father's wisdom flies.

Phoenix strong! His life unfolds at last—
Remembering forefathers of the past.