Four Leaf Clover

With the autumn winds I sway

As the sun shines down upon me.

A cloudless sky of grey

Above and all around me.

And the towering trees

Shedding all their golden leaves.


I have four leaves, a stem, I’m green.

I’m round and small

And not so clean,

But I do stand tall

Next to waving flowers

Like swaying towers.


I’m unique, I’m luck, I’m rare.

I have four while friends have three,

You seek this leaf I wish to spare,

And as you try to see,

I make no sound,

Trying not to be found.


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