A Miracle Deemed Unlucky

A clover rests on my page,

Its stem proud and strong,

Its petals crooked

To prove its reality,

It’s color green,

So beautiful,

Yet so overlooked

Just because it exists in abundance,

It’s vanes nearly clear,

So faint I see the sun

Winking through,

Yet so powerful,

Giving the tiny plant

The ability to survive,

To stretch to the sky,

So obviously hopeful,

Simply living its life,

Taking in each emotion

The sky delivers to its roots,

The sunshine,

The rain,

Even the gray,

Using it all for the best,

The clover a miracle

Delivered to us from the soil,

Rising from the ashes

Of past organisms,

Yet the clover,

For some reason I cannot

Fathom,

Is deemed

Unlucky.