text: Super short and kind of sweet. I had an idea. it’s about a lucky three leaf clover. He’s never felt very lucky though. He’s jealous, you see. He’s constantly comparing himself to his more popular four leaf cohorts. When he was younger, he’d push and push hoping he could make the fourth leaf sprout, it never did. So he tried something new. Every morning, he’d wake up before his neighbours and he’d stretch up as high as he could. Hoping if he caught more sun, enough sun, he’d finally get his fourth leaf. He did this for weeks. Wake up, stretch, push... nothing. The weeks went by and nothing sprouted. But he did, however, notice something new. While he was waking up at dawn to stretch high, he noticed the four leaf clovers would sleep in late. And even worse- when they woke, they didn’t stretch. Not. Even. Once. “Lazy” he thought. He was angry. It didn’t make any sense. How could they have four leafs and not even try? The coveted fourth leaf he so wanted had never felt so out of reach. Here he was barely sleeping, stretching and pushing himself into an aneurysm, while he bitterly watched his four leaf contenders sleep till noon. It was futile. He’d given up, he resentfully came to terms with only having three leafs and went to bed. The silver lining was he’d get to sleep in, finally. The next morning came and before he got the chance to sleep in, the clover was rudely awakened by unusual sounds. The ground was shaking and the noises were coming closer. He was scared, they all were. They watched as two strange figures approached. They were enormous. The clovers quivered in fear as the figures came closer, wondering if they were coming straight to them. Sure enough, one of the figures cried out “it’s a patch of clovers!” They had all heard the legends. Honestly, they always thought it was an old wives’ tale to keep the four leaf clovers from getting too brash. (He always thought it was a cheap attempt to make the three leafers feel better, more special.) But now they knew. They also knew what was coming, so they shut their eyes tight and hoped they wouldn’t be picked. As the figures left, and when he felt brave enough, he opened his eyes. Slowly. One at a time while the other stayed wrinkled shut. When he finally looked around he was shocked to find out something truly peculiar. In this little patch of land, he saw that most of who remained were three leaf clovers, just like him. Towering above the rest as they stretched to try and change the very thing that saved them. He finally understood that he had always been one of the lucky ones. I never really wrote anything before, but just wanted to put into words what three leaf clovers might feel if they felt.