I've only ever found one four-leaf clover, 

But I've searched my entire life, 

Upsetting the grass over and over 

Only to be met with a three-leafed strife. 

You find them so easily, 

Like spotting a gold leaf in the trees of green. 

You looked at me, so hopefully, 

Like I was the brightest you had ever seen.

I found my clover before you found me. 

It's a gamble that was won, 

But I lost the hand so quickly; 

Just as the race had begun 

I left it on the counter and forgot it was there. 

You neglected what you once wanted. 

Funny, how the clover and I compare. 

Maybe it isn’t our time.

We were plucked too soon.

Though ours was my favorite rhyme, 

We had yet to write the tune,

But I hear the notes throughout the day;

I hear them when we speak. 

With so much still left to say, 

This silence makes me weak.

I wish I hadn’t lost the Clover.

I wish I’d held it close. 

So, I’ll start the rhyme over 

And pray you hear the notes.