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The field is full of flowers. All colors, red to blue Daffodils, Tulips, Zinnias & lots of poppys, too. All the flowers group with each other, away from other kinds. little bunches of themselves, separated by little minds. But one plant grows through it all. Ivy twists its way through with its vines, and all of its leaves shake the hand of every flower it finds. And the ivy shoos the flowers together the daisies mildness & the roses pride, the irises grace, the pansies perfection, they all stand side by side. The flowers peer at each other curiously wary of what's going on but the ivy coaxes them to join hand in hand, and it leads them in a song. And they sing, their voices rise each time the song goes round They sing such perfect harmony, that their roots come up out of the ground they soar high up in the air, a circle in the deep blue sky. Up and down and all around they dance as they fly And we have rainbows now, all colors, red to blue. All because the twisty green ivy knew just what to do. |