Because The phoenix always rises from ashes..
It was an ordinary day, bright beautiful & warm;
It was like any other day, which held all the promises & charm.
But then came the night which brought a fiery storm,
Burning all the dreams, down to the ground;
There was destruction everywhere around.
Turning it all to ashes, burning down alongwith it
The hopes & the promises.
To tear the world apart, as if in a nightmare.
But then what that fiery storm did not know,
That from the toughest of challenges that life could ever throw;
It would not char but burnish my will to rise again.
Whatever might be its surprise..
And from those ashes & the dust within
I rose & soared & would shine so bright
That it put to shame the brightest of the star-lit night.
That I would spread my wings & touch the sky;
It’s when that any kind of fire burns & destroys,
From those cinders & ashes you come back to life;
And grow, even higher & mightier than before,
Because, that is how
The phoenix always rises & touches the skies..
Quote Credit- Still I Rise by Dr. Maya Angelou