Return from the ashes

Being a bird, I should not say I love to fly I would rather say I love to look at the world from up above Where everything seems tiny than my feathers. I cannot tell you how much I like to open my wings and flap them together and move a little higher every time. I lived my life with no regrets. I did everything for my survival. I fought my battle with life and its problems, I also know i did it well. After years of living a life I know it is my time to invite and embrace death. I sit here on a branch looking around this beautiful world I belong wondering if anyone would miss me after this day. 

Will those trees remember giving me shelter?
Will those mountains remember me singing? 
Will those worms remember me chasing them?
Will that river remember me dipping in my beak?
Will that bird remember me stealing his food?
I remember every beautiful scenario world showed me.
I remember every height I ever reached. I remember everyone around me and every thing around me. 

It is not painfull to die like everyone said. It is a bit more. I can feel the excruciating pain right here in my heart. I know that poor thing is tired of pumping blood all these years. The warmth in my blood couldn't give it solace. My feathers are tired. I know the time is near. I will have to burn into ashes. Waiting and counting I stayed there on that branch for the end to come. 

The moment arived. My heart couldnt stop on its own. Heat much more warmer than my blood spread throughout my body. Unimaginable pain drifted towards me. It was burning allover. I could feel the pain. Right through the flames I wanted to see the world one last time. I wanted to spread my feathers one last time. I wanted to fly one last time. I could feel parts of my body turning in to ashes. I was no more leaving behind a pile of ashes.

I tried opening my eyes. I was born in ashes. I did not have feathers. I tried moving my feet. The world around welcomed me. I stood there wondering where was I and what is this world like. I recall someone calling me a Phoenix and I returned from my ashes. 

(As you all know Phoenix is a myth.
The beautiful bird shown here is bateleur eagle)