Green as the grasses that bid winter adieu,
Clover blooms in fields are flourishing too.
A three leafed emblem reminds of His love.
Saint Patrick’s spoke of this threesome one.
At this time of year the fields they’re ablaze.
As we ponder His truth’s found on this day.
Oh – how is it now that you would be blue?
The fields will remind that His love is true.
Meadow Trefoile, the Irish do boast in thee.
How is it that they only keep in thy homes?
While here in the dell many speak on these.
Flourishing, blooming, a spring-time invite.
Shamrock motif’s as such these green leaves.
That offer renewal with spring’s valiant flair.
Light as the clover and green as day streams.
Wisping a handful is airy as breath – sunlight.