Mysterious and lively, the flower was a fish out of water,
The sphere of petals represented an orb of defiance,
Like a fragile package in the Earthy enclosures of a zoo.
Small and quaint, the velvety weed persists towards expansion,
Rolling its roots down into the Earth like a child rolling marbles across the hot asphalt.
Why is it that the tiniest things have the biggest impacts and yet are forgotten?
The clover was a knight in the chess game of life, in armor and ready to make its move.