She sees things upside down
Not on their legs, but hanging down
It is not her fault, just give it a thought
A world on its head, down and out
Land and waters above her head
The sky is laid beneath her feet
Bountiful holds and keeps her in
sight
She glides in style with steps so light
North is south and west is east
Nothing makes sense, not the least
But the sun shall rise wherever it will
God has made her this way as a hint
She walks backwards, the way you leave
Where you finish, there she
begins
As you rest, she sprints in speed
Eyes half open, like a bird she
sleeps
She is made different, but special she is
The world in doldrums, wherever she sees
On edge she lives,a human she is
What will happen to the world she thinks
She is assured from time to time
Time is not yet ripe, to be on her side
But the world would no longer be the same
If it shall see through her eyes!