A Little Girl Named Ivy

There's a little girl named Ivy Who thinks in metaphors She plays by herself The universe to explore Shes beginning to comprehend That her gifts are so much more Than her neighbors down a floor The leaves of her trees They glisten and they dance When she looks at them With her penchant glance They send a breeze through her hair Whispers she picks from their air Her nose in a paper book She sits at a corner nook Absorbing the plot line Into her bright mind She reads them again Finding new friends Puts them in a suitcase No one can ever replace Reading between the lines Is how she passes her time There's a little girl named Ivy Who thinks in metaphors She plays by herself The universe to explore