I love the beauty of the four-leaf clover

I study thier patterns over and over

Some collect them for Irish luck

But for other's like me, we're simply awestruck

We collect them because we know thier rare

They give us hope to not despair

And just like them, with light we'll grow

As the ground is watered here below

So remember this blessing, caught unaware

There might just be a four-leaf there!