I often look to her and wonder,

If anything can be done.

The waves beginning to take her under.

The clouds are blocking her sun.


I often look to her and ask,

Was it something that I did?

She keeps herself hidden behind her mask.

And down the spiral she slid.


I often look to her and question,

Was it something I didn’t do?

Each day a great regression,

And her bird never flew.


I often look at her and know,

You cannot stop her life’s flow.

Although at one time she was so vibrant

All I can do now is watch her spiral, silent.