“Mother, will a day ever come when the rain will no longer fall?”
“No, Phoenix, rain is forever.”
“Mother, will a day ever come when the moon will no longer glow?”
“No, Phoenix, the moon is forever.”
“Mother, will a day ever come when the bees will no longer bumble?”
“Perhaps, Phoenix, bees are not forever, but just because you stop buzzing doesn’t mean you are out of things to say.”
Mother, will a day ever come when the flowers will no longer bloom?”
“Perhaps, Phoenix, flowers are not forever, but even if you stop blooming you will always be beautiful.”
“Mother, am I the princess of fire?”
“Yes, Phoenix, you are the princess of fire, and you have all of the love in my heart.”
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