“The Green Outstanding” by Todd-Michael St. Pierre

I am the four-leaf clover,
Not all that unusual.

Unique? freak?

Still plucked and prized for the wonder
That I am.
In this sea of common shamrocks.

I am the emerald spectacle,
One in every patch (at least)
And in your own back yard.

To poets I am beauty,
To winter just as fragile,
To bees and birds no different,
To scornful eyes too queer.

I am the hidden strangeness
Cloaked among the normal,
Seemingly of three leaves
And hard to recognize.

I am the green outstanding,
Rare with no apologies
Proud and easily spotted
In an open field.

I am the jade fantastic,
A natural phenomenon
As I was meant to be.