The Crimson Wing: Mystery of the Flamingos Page #4

The ash of the volcano blends

with the salt of the lake

and the dust of the earth,

scattering in the

restless dry season wind.

Natron's elements shape-shift,

one into the other.

Ash, dust and salt.

But even this season

of silence will pass.

The story of the bird

is a promise to us.

Nature's affirmation.

In winter or in death,

in times of desolation,

the rain will arrive.

The call of the birds will be heard.

And everything,

everything can begin again.

Lightning bird.

Fire bird. Phoenix.

She will return on crimson wings

and make a nest among the ashes.

And the children of the lake

will be reborn.

Once upon a time,

in the heart of Africa,

there was a lake of fire.

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