She rose like a phoenix in the midst of the storm

She was burnt to ashes and whirled in the air

Displayed exuberant power and strength fighting the storm

In the midst of the storm she rose like a phoenix

 

She fell like a bead in the midst of the rain

From the tear that encircled in her eyes

It danced around her cheeks to fall like a petal

In the midst of the rain she fell like a bead

 

She burnt like a morass in the midst of the fire

Forming her new personality to regain power

It was in this burning she lost her depravities

In the midst of fire she burnt like a morass

 

She buried her desires in the midst of the drought

With slightest exertion to enhance her vivacities

Nothing endured on the parched acreage nor seeds

In the midst of the drought she buried her desires