Clover in a Flower Field

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I was the clover.

Submitted: January 14, 2012

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I watched the light poles and trees stand tall.

I was like the light poles and trees.  I stood, motionless.

 

Yet, I was just a clover in a flower field. 

Small, insignificant, unimportant…

I wasn’t full of bright red or yellow, like all of the other flowers.

The flower stems around me blocked me, tried to suffocate me and reminded me of my low stature.  They tried to crush me.

 

I felt colorless….

Yet, I was full of color…I was green, the only green for miles around.

Everyone knew who I was…I was the clover.

Though I was small, I helped represent all of the other clovers in all of the other flower fields.

I reminded myself, that when I grew, I would be tall enough to see all of the other clovers in the not too far distance. 


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