I open my eyes and gaze at the vast horizon set before me
Another moon, another sun, a brand new day has begun
The meadows, valleys, hills, and plains to the mountains they yield,
I am but a clover in this tiny field with a vast world around me, where does my purpose lay
Clovers are clovers, they just exist, no purpose in sight, their future is mist
So vulnerable, I need a shield but I am merely a clover, dead in a field.
