If So, Then This Is What You Are...

Listen to this while you read to understand what I'm getting at:

Long ago, there was a bird who lived to fly the skies. 

It awoke every morning to the fire of the sun, 
And took to flight. 

All the animals throughout the kingdom 
Envied it so, and one day 
The stork killed the Phoenix 
With his saber-like bill. 

Five days went by 
Before the monsoon rains descended 
Upon the burial site 
Where that mighty bird lay. After an hour, 

The ground began to glow 
With the light of resurrection, 
And the Phoenix, 
Clothed in fire, 
Emerged from the underworld to soar the heavens. 

As it passed stars, comets, nebulae, and 
Eventually, 
Time itself, 
It became the focal point of inspiration. 

The great bird bowed it's head 
And looked within; 
Upon seeing it's own greatness, 
The Phoenix exploded 
And it's flames scattered throughout the unborn. 

It is said that whenever one embraces their destiny, 
They are but the Phoenix returning to itself, 
To fly once more.