Phoenix out of Sphinx:

 

Clicked by Sneha

Fire, the resonating warmth between empty echoes, beholding the flowery flames breathing as the entity of life, within death. We merrily use that essence to create the pyre of our life-giver. Our mother nature takes rebirth from the ashes we cause, the curse we chant; from the ocean's heart, from the sylvan beam, from the owes of rain...she takes rebirth; burnt and healed time and again!

Immersing the mythical notion with natural convocations, I want to learn how to flutter igneous wings and fly. I don't know whether there would be a "Second Coming" to conquer, emerging from Styx or not...but my eyes have witnessed you, becoming Phoenix, out of Sphinx.

Hail to the divine soul of nature. Forgive...