In a desert land

Yes, in an arid land,

I wilt, I wither

Only to bloom again…

I rose and fell,

cried and laughed;

cared and abandoned,

still I bloom….

Like fire in the winter cold,

Like ice in the summer solstice,

I thrive and I bloom.

In the hands of a smith,

I arise like the phoenix

From gloom— I bloom!