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.