A Poem: Clovers

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.

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