Clovers

Light shines through the clouds, Shines through the trees, Shines onto a lonely patch of clovers. Seemingly untouched by human hands, These green gems flourished. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of them lined up, Side by side, As if they need contact to reassure that they are still alive. Flowing freely with the wind, All the greenery moved in sync with one another. They have no worries in the world. No need for food, No need for friends, No need for entertainment. They simply grow, and grow, and grow.