| The Phoenix

Posted by admin at 2005, October 17, 10:54 PM
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There is a bird that lays no eggs and has no young. It was here when the world began and is still living today, in a faraway desert. It is the Phoenix, the bird of fire. λ∵τヵwwW.faIRy-tALe.InFoサjせひ)

One day in the beginning of time, the sun looked down and saw a large bird with shimmering feathers. They were red and gold 一 bright and dazzling like the sun itself. The sun called out, "Glorious Phoenix, you shall be my bird and live forever!" WWw.fAiRy-TALE.InFOì€ㄚへ!

 The Phoenix was overjoyed to hear these words. It lifted its head and sang, "Sun, glorious sun, I shall sing my songs for you alone!" ЕㄧㄎЩWWw.FaIRY-tALe.iNfO∝ωTB√

But the Phoenix was not happy for long. Poor bird. Its feathers were far too beautiful. Men, women and children were always chasing it and trying to trap it. They wanted to have some of those beautiful, shiny feathers for themselves.


"I cannot live here," thought the Phoenix. And it flew off towards the east, where the sun rises in the morning. WwW。fAiry-TALe.INfO≠

 The Phoenix flew for a long time and then came to a faraway desert where no humans lived. And there the Phoenix remained in peace, flying freely and singing its songs of praise to the sun above. Zo9ミσwWW.FAiRy-TALe。iNFoìj∩υS

Almost five hundred years passed. The Phoenix was still alive, but it had grown old. It couldn't soar so high in the sky, or fly as fast or as far as when it was young.


"I don't want to live like this," thought the Phoenix. "I want to be young and strong." So the Phoenix lifted its head and sang, "Sun, glorious sun, make me young and strong again!"


The sun heard the song. Swiftly it chased the clouds from the sky and stilled the winds and shone down on the mountainside with all its power.


The Phoenix sat upon its nest and let the sun's rays beat down upon its beautiful, shiny feathers. Suddenly there was a flash of light, flames leaped out of the nest and the Phoenix became a big round blaze of fire.


After a while the flames died down. The tree was not burnt, nor was the nest. But the Phoenix was gone. In the nest was a heap of silvery-gray ash.


From under the ash rose up a young Phoenix. It stretched its neck and lifted its wings and flapped them. Moment by moment it grew, until it was the same size as the old Phoenix. Then the young Phoenix lifted its head and sang, "Sun, glorious sun, I shall sing my songs for you alone! Forever and ever!" .

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