The earth whispers in four petals of green Not one but two clovers hidden I pick them both and smile anew caught between worlds magic in their bloom Familiarity comes deja vu rustles the page a sense of knowing remembering And I see it in the hues of coral and pink So much power in the sunset And I wait not knowing what may come But these tiny clovers give me comfort of hope, of love, of the other side Reassurance I am not alone Not here Not there For the spirit of the earth

I'd make us take notice of our inherent worth