Clover

Clover

Isn’t it amazing

That in the midst of nowhere

God places his nicest beauties

In the places where feet trod, unbeholden,

Stomping the life out of it all

Completely unaware, uncaring, of the life being crushed

 

Yet right there is where His beauty lies

Right there is the place where I can decide

To keep on crushing with these weather-worn boots

Or to stop and cherish the moment

 

I think I’ll stay right here for a while

 

clover

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