clover

weeds pulled and the dirt fed

i let the clover grow

and the vine it crushes the overlap

where the brush meets things man-made

the end of the green meets the beginning of blue

or brown

or dark of night

so, i let the clover grow

i let the clover grow, and the field does not suffer for it

the grass does not pay a price

and the sun shines down with plenty --

where i let the clover grow

@r2