It cranes its head back as it sings a haunting melody that stops the sun itself in the sky. Its feathers are a beautiful hue of gold and red – the Phoenix. The sun begins to rise and the bird begins to stretch. As you stand and watch, you are struck by the tiredness of the creature that is clearly evident – though in no way takes away from its beauty. You stop and watch as it carefully puts each spice, clove, and branch that lay before it in place with meticulous detail. In the still of the night, just before sunrise, a magnificent creature builds its nest.
