Ashes aren't really much to look at - greyish, bits and pieces of what remains after you burn something (most of the time its paper products and items).
Of course, there are important connotations tagged onto these uninspiring flakes too, especially when a dying loved one asks you to scatter his/her ashes in whatever place he/she wants them scattered. It represents, then, the last dying wish and an avenue for you, the one left grieving for a time, to fulfill that wish.
Once the context changes, the importance does too.
Interestingly, that's also the case in some fantasy settings. Ashes of a beast burnt to death are often nothing much to look at, except serve as an indication for a protagonist to deduce that a forest fire had taken place, or some bastards had razed an entire town to the ground.
In another case, the ashes of the Phoenix becomes that much more important as the bird itself symbolises rebirth, and ashes becomes the foundation for it after its first death.
And sometimes, your dreams turn into ashes.
Should I even say more?
Probably not, because I'm still deciding between whether those ashes are that of a phoenix or that or a nondescript beast, one destined to be mostly ignored, mostly obscure, mostly a foil for the lives of others to thrive and for someone else to take center-stage.
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