Bird Of Paradise Poem by Gil Tee

Although you were ninety-five
You seemed to be so alive
I thought you would last forever
It took me by surprise
When they told me that you were gone
Didn't have the strength to carry on
It seems like you stopped your singing
Halfway through a song.

I know at the end of the day
Everybody has to fly away
And leave everything behind them
But I just want to say
A day or two after you died
I saw a Bird of Paradise
Could that have been your spirit
Taking to the skies?