Phoenix

Cut a blade of grass
It would never bleed
Thoughts of growing back again...

Melt a piece of ice
Turning to water
Thinking of freezing back again...

Shed the leaves
Come winter
Storing to grown the next spring...

Bleeding from the wound
To colour the earth red
Healing to shed some more...

Stopping the flow
The rock ahead
To jump over it...

Window glasses
To stop the gale
For the wind to blow again...

Candles burning
Giving off light
Only to be lighted again...

Glasses emptied
Thirst quenched
To be filled up once more...

Ashes flown by wind
Conjuring up
To be burnt again...

Kites flying high
Bounded by strings
To be brought down again...

Sun setting in myriads of colours
For the beautiful stars to see
And sunrise once againe...

Waters going up
Intense heat
Only to be raining again...

Memories stocked in
Dying again
To live life once...