I wanted to write a riddle in the form of a story, so here we are. Hope you like it.
This is the story of great birds, two.
Around and around in the sky, they flew.
One remained small, while the other grew,
Till they looked like a sparrow, sat on a yew.
The great one went up into the sky,
Nearly reaching the sun, it was ever so high.
The heat increased, making the great one cry,
As it saw its feathers fall off and die.
With a screech of pain, the great one flew to the ground,
And struck the floor with an almighty sound.
The great one lay there all heaped in a mound,
As the small one landed and perched on its bare crown.
Unfortunately for the small one, it found its own plight,
as the residue heat from the great bird had set it alight.
The flames swallowed it up, they burnt so bright.
Then from the ashes, a baby burst out into the daylight.
This story of great birds, two,
tell of a place, but will you,
tell me where? I bet you do.
I have utmost faith in you.