Unlucky

Most plants are happy sitting in the sunlight,               

But one small plant almost out of sight

Is a four-leaf clover, unlucky waiting for something new.                              

You sit there alone waiting for someone to rescue you,

You perch in a small dark crack on a path alone,                                             

You sit tall like a king on a throne,

The days are slow,                                                                                                   

You realise you've run out of room to grow,

your heart is torn,                                                                                                     

your spirit is gone.

Day by day you fall,                                                                                                 

There is no one there to hear your call,

The sun watches as you sit there and grieve,                                                     

Until you're down to your final leaf,

It feels like time stopped,                                                                                 

and then your final leaf dropped.

The next day,                                                                                                           

Your roots fade away,

You hear the birds sing and then you fall over,                                                   

That's the story of an unlucky four-leaf clover.