Firebird

Through the heavens, across the sky,
The bird of fire shall always fly,

Over the treetops, gliding on the air,
Feral, wild, no home, no lair,

Evil flees, blackness runs,
The glow he sheds is the rise of the sun,

A light in the darkness, the wonder of the sky,
But never tied down, he may always fly,

He lands and perches on a tall fir tree,
Surveying his kingdom, so pure and so free,

With one great call, he spreads the wings of fire,
A natural phenomenon, a poacher's desire,

Far above fears, death, and the loss of hope,
He is no trick, no strings, no rope,

Far above the ocean, the sea, the stars,
Far above cities, the honking of cars,

The beast, almighty, will surely fly,
For he is a guardian, he may never lie.