text: [FN] a four leaf clover Hi, I’m a four leaf clover. Over here! No, to the left. Your other left. Bingo. Here I am. It must’ve been difficult to find me, amongst these three leaf clovers, suffocating my beauty like a fire blanket. They spread rampant like weeds, don’t they? . I mean, okay, granted I am a clover as well, but I have 4 leaves. Count them if you don’t believe me. One, two, three, wait where’d my other- oh there you are, and four. It’s easy to get me confused with a three leafs, especially if you’re not looking hard enough. But you, you’ve found me. You are my knight that slayed the dragon, you can rescue me from this mundane ordinary tower and lift the curse of the malicious witch . I have been mistaken for a normal or cursed by the hatred. Sometimes I even worry if I actually have four leaves, being surrounded by the three leafs that I continue to keep count everyday. 4, 4, 4, 4 is the magic number. Why must my beautiful be bundled away beneath. I want to be seen! I am extraordinary and a treasure for men who seek, not men that lie. You must have an eye for greatness unlike these other men. Men who walked past me without a glance, who walked on top of me without an “Excuse me”, trampled me with their field games. The nerve! There was one who laid their hands upon me only to disgrace my unique beauty by making me his pillow. These three leaf clovers granted do make great pillows, but I however am a four leaf clover. I am to be held to the greatest honor, hoisted on a wall to be ogled. But instead they mistake me for one of THEM. How disgusting. How putrid. The clovers around will attempt to trick you and pretend that they too, have a fourth leaf but let me assure you, they are only facades. Somehow they’ve been managed to be picked before me, the real deal. But you, you see me as I really am. Yes lower your hands and pluck me out of this misery to leave behind all the three leaf clovers in the bed they have made. The clovers swayed in protest but I have graced this earth long enough. That bed is not for me, but I know you will give me a bed worthwhile . A bed for royalty as you can see I very much am. Wait, what are-, that hurts , OUCH. What are you doing? Are you some kind of savage? Who rips someone up by their stem, I have ROOTS you know. Oh, I’m fading, there won’t be left much of me once I’ve finally felt the honor i deserve. Why has my life been cruel? What will be my legacy but this fourth leaf of mine. Oh sweet leaf, you are special. But in the end, I am still only just a clover. I fed off the soil we shared together, yet I thought I was too good for your soil. And your bed is what has given me the nutrients to grow my fourth leaf. The fourth leaf that I owned and only I could own. What a wasted revelation as the young man has put me in his pocket now. I am no longer a four leaf clover , I am his.