Ivy

Ivy is a name
That I see for a child
Who flows like the wind
Half soft and half wild
Starting out a seed
Waiting to be free
Sprouting all across
Like look look look at me! 

Traveling back and forth
And also up and down
Twisting to and fro
Laughing like a clown. 
As she grows so tall
As she’s fed with love
She will lift your spirits 
Like an angel from above. 

For Ivy will be pretty
Ivy will be seen
Ivy the chosen color
As always, Lucky Green.

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