I am the newly born chick,
Freshly hatched from ashes.
Ashes of a life gone by,
Of a season ended.
I must re-learn things forgotten
Yet some memories hold fast.
I’m reminded of life as a bird of fire;
One fully-grown and quite alight…
But now I cannot fly
Or roam the skies alone.
I must rehearse my voice
And remember my song,
For I feel the day coming
When I’ll sing with a throng.
I must depend on instinct
And old memories
As I face the test
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