On this beautiful day
A phoenix was born
Thin, lean and mean
Pretty, purple and pure.
We have reached a mile
Enjoying the fluttering sunlight
Dreaming and believing
In hope, faith and destiny.
This poem is just a segment
Of our epic voyage
And it will be eternal
Even if the sun runs off its fuel.
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