The Tree of the Phoenix
In the depth of the forest, there lived a small phoenix in a hot, kind place where the shining sun and gentle winds blew upon its feathers. It was fond of tall trees and would look at them from above because they were the first to say to the birds: Surround me, for I am very small, and I don’t see anything until it harms me. So I wish I would fly until I see the planets and the world around me. ...