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Dust and rubble fill the streets, Where laughter once held joyful feats. Broken buildings, silent cries, Beneath a sorrow-laden skies. The cedar's shadow, weakened, falls, A nation weeps within these walls. But in the heart, a flicker bright, A tiny flame against the night. The Phoenix will rise again, From ashes born, a new refrain. Lebanon, your spirit strong, Will right the wrongs, where you belong. Though shattered dreams may lie in dust, Your hope remains, in God we trust. The Phoenix will rise again, A symbol of rebirth, again and again.
A detailed, apocalyptic cityscape at dawn or dusk, with a giant phoenix-like creature with fiery wings and tail soaring across a partly cloudy sky, casting a long, ethereal shadow. The city is in ruins, with destroyed buildings and debris filling the streets. To the right, a lone, dark figure sits on rubble, illuminated by a warm, orange glow that emanates from below ground level. A single, tall, dark conifer tree stands out among the ruined buildings on the right side. In the foreground, a small stream of water reflects the sky and the warm light, winding through the debris of abandoned vehicles and structural remains. The color palette transitions from cool blues and grays at the bottom left to warm oranges and yellows towards the top, with hints of purple and dark blue in the clouds and sky. The overall impression is one of destruction and rebirth, with a strong sense of atmospheric depth.
