Clover

She tried to tell,

The world,

Of the beauty,

They had mocked,

When they called her,

And her kin,

“Weeds,”

And “Wonders.”

They pulled them up,

When they were in bloom,

But lavished them in praise,

When they remained small,

And out of sight.

But world,

You were wrong,

Because the clover’s,

Are a worthy crown,

For any queen,

And they belong,

In the section called :

“Wildflowers.”

 

 

 

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