Spiral Poem by Alexandra Motschmann

Winding around a center or pole
We might compare it with our soul
Each of us progresses from child to adult to old age
And each of us learn within every single stage

One of the oldest geometric shapes
A variety of multiple landscapes
A symbol of change, progression, and development
Continuously a creation and improvement

Let's go for it and interact every day
Every stagnation means decay
Like the black hole, we might not know
Where so ever it might lead, and go

A transportation of not only material goods
And sometimes we feel ourselves deep in the woods
And whatever might come and be
we twist ourselves free