Leaves grow on the wishes she holds
At the top is a bright light
Not a single blow
In five years, I am told
Has she taken
Not standing
Upright

Her journey is covered in water
Spread by
A familiar face
Yet she does not
Let a single drop matter
Her heart stings
But remains in place

An eagle flies straight and true within
Near to the wishes she holds
Carrying the rose
She will have once again
Before
She gives up
Or folds

She will come to her right, before she goes
Leaves the eyes of this world
Darkness will settle
On her bright light
She knows
Before her fists
Will uncurl