Tentacles that twist and turn, is what you use to make me yearn. Grabbing at my soul’s desire, getting ready to spark a fire. Wanting more of you each day, can you please come out to play? Ring around the rosy does not interest me, let us frolic in the sun. Let me loose but not for long, I want to delight in your love.
Oh look, what is this I see? I do believe nature has carved a heart just for me. Years, over stretches of time, must be how nature let me discover this find. My love has been since a child, and now I know it finally shows me it is love so divine.
In a world of mossy green, that is where I long to be. Velvety fields to lay upon, pitter patter of insects marching is a familiar sound. Exploring ideas of life itself, not a care in the world only rest. Hiking up the mountain high, not mumbling a word or even a sigh. In a world of mossy green, that my friend is a daydream.
Ivy was a simple girl who wanted to climb her way through this world. She would turn and twist along the way and without a care what others say. She made her way up to the top but do you really think that is where she would stop?