The Mythical Land

Like phoenixes I am reborn
Gently swaying in the wind
Golden flecks dancing down
Whispering at night.

Faerie rings and faraway trees.
A place no mortal has been
Drifting snow and floating flowers
A far away place but so near.

I used to live in a forest,
Tall and fair.
Providing shelter for animals.
Long before I became a chair.
Happiness was short lived.
I was cut by mortals
Then remade, sat on by many.
Some were heavy, other wriggling beans.