In summers days we ponder long
the goings on of life divine
Wondering wonder to guarded souls
Life and love to rare to find
A glimpse of the eye
We find it still
A harold of timelessness
A heaven sent gift
A token of love from the one true love
A promise of hope and love to be
With leaves of emerald that stand all time
In radiant beauty waiting to be found
Many are those of fewer leaves
But this one beauty is rarer than rare
Many have said that four is luck
But what could this mean to have much more?
One is for Hope and one is for Faith
One is for Love and one is for Luck
To the lucky few who find but more
Joy and Peace will be theirs to have
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