A Clovers View...

I am alone and just one, a clover low, upon this quiet plain,
My leaves wave gently, a simple emerald hue, drinking sunlight, dew, and rain.
Around me blooms of white and pink nestle, like kin, their beauty shows off to all,
We sway as soft whispers of the wind that teach us where to grow, showing us how to be strong and to survive against life's breath.
Above, the larks and sparrows sing, their melodies unfold, lingering sounds to the earth,
And I, a humble clover here, watch heaven’s songs retold as white clouds dance upon the blue skies.

The dandelions scatter gold, their brilliance catching eyes, a treasure trove of beauty spun,
While chicory’s soft blue ascends to meet the endless skies.
Buttercups like fleeting stars shine bright within the green, singing natures song,
And yarrow, sweet and healing, stands where shadowed light is seen.
Around me grows a world of life, in every stem and blade, magnificence and unchallenged beauty,
A boundless, breathing fibre that earth and sky have made.

The bees pass by on journeys vast, their buzzing hums profound, unobserved in natures embrace,
While butterflies in silken flight drift gently all around, drifting and floating on gods breath,
Grasshoppers leap and disappear, their whispers sharp yet shy,
And ladybugs, red-tipped with black, traverse the leaves nearby.
Within my reach, the ants parade, their silent paths precise,
A bustling world upon my fields, a place both calm and nice.

At dusk, I watch the deer appear, so graceful, soft, and slow,
Their steps tread lightly as they graze where gentle clovers grow.
A hare may bound, its ears alert to every sound and sigh,
While kestrels glide above, their gaze sharp as they scan the sky.
Beneath it all, I stand so small, yet feel the pull of life,
A tiny part of something vast, untouched by human strife.

As darkness falls, I see the glow of fireflies take flight,
Their lanterns flicker soft and warm against the velvet night.
The crickets strum their songs of dusk; their rhythm fills the air,
And frogs from distant pools join in, a symphony we share.
Though rooted firm, I feel the flow of time and nature’s grace,
A clover in this garden vast, a witness to this space.

And so I stand, one clover here, content to simply be,
A part of Nature’s grand design, her living blanket,
The beauty of the world I see, within my humble role,
For even smallest life can touch the endless, breathing whole.