You Girl

Ivy climbs, 

her tastes rhyme. 

Birds sing, 

she strides. 

Flowers shutter, 

her sight mentioned. 

You take in all, 

not with a mention of direction, 

she leads. 

Onlookers glance, 

she stares ahead. 

Passion peals, 

tires squeal. 

Stones fade, 

grasses underlay. 

Clouds part, 

lights give rise.