Early One MorningA Poem by ImaraA poem about that clover that moves without anyone moving it.One early morning I stood next to a patch of greens. Staring strongly at it all And yet nothing too keen In the middle of the flora A single twisted clover jumped, And pushed itself quickly straight To face the golden morning light. I wondered to myself What should have caused this jump. Was it a bug whose weight suddenly left Perhaps a soft low blowing breeze? Maybe a jolt of growth Was what brought upon that change. Or maybe, the sprout just moved With a flytrap like power Thusfar unknown to me. But the more I think about this leaf, The strong the possibility seems That standing straight as it did now This plant has always been. © 2013 ImaraAuthor's Note
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