I catch a glimpse driving by
That red clover growing wild
Covering the field in vivid red
A rolling blanket on top it’s bed
I turn around and park my car
And admire the stretch of clover afar
It rolls like the ocean, waves like the sea
A flag in the breeze, saluting me
I’m standing in, this field of clover
My senses heighten, tell me it’s over
And off my shoulders comes the weight
No longer am I concerned, with destiny or fate
“What will be will be!” I shout in the air
Mama always said “Life isn’t fair”.
This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is Clover.