Lovely twirl

She looked up at the sky And smiled softly like the child She wished that she could be, Then added the dream to the pile. She closed her pale blue eyes And although she wants to live, She really wants to die. But she knows she must survive. She hoped that she could see The moment time would freeze. She opened up her eyes and leaned against the tree But wanted her hair to feel the cooling breeze. So there went the lonely girl, With that perfect flowing twirl.