Clover

I was under a tree. He told me one thing. Whisper, whisper. On that bus. The four leaf clover. On the seat next to me. I found him in the field, field, field… Yesterday, my mom threw that old pizza away. She threw away the box. So I wished for more. My four leaf clover and I. There’s not much reason to cry. But still, I decided to anyway. Even though the clover will pay. Bringing the pizza back to the car. He used to live in a field very far. We parked in the spot too long this time. He promises to pay the fine. I used to read under that tree. Until a clover said to me. He told me that there’s nothing better than being plucked from the ground. So I did, even though there was an ominous sound. I was under a tree. Then I picked you.