I saw you rise and challenge the sun.
A radiant display of all you had done.
But then one day you fell,
And no matter how hard I cried
You could not once more rise.
For you were the Phoenix
Not I

I gathered your ashes to allow rebirth.
Buried them down to mix with the earth.
I watched as you arose
And came back to me again;
But you were different then.
For you were meant to fly
Not I

I was beset on all sides by clouds engaged in war.
They clashed and fought, billowing forth more and more.
Lightning streaked across the skies, illuminating the battle score.
Thunder rolled from their clashing mass enlivening the air with a battle roar.

I was the lightning
I was the sky;
My voice was thunder
Come down from high.