Four Leaf Clovers

I am outside picking four leaf clovers
Rain pitter patters and begins to pour
I am still looking for that impossible clover
Green, four sided, healthy, clover
I struggle to find
Where are you in this sea of greatness?
Surviving, not stopping, still growing into perfect scenery
Can I find you, in this gluttony?
Searching searching searching, but I found you
Snatched the clover up by her 4th leaf and said I won’t give you up

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