The Lost Lucky Clover

In a field of emerald green, so wide, Where fluffy clouds like sheep did ride, Lived Clover, a leaf of vibrant hue, With three lucky partners, shiny and new.

But oh! A gust, a whirlwind's spree, Lifted Clover high, wild and free! Away he sailed, a tiny green kite, Into a world of magical light.

He landed near a grumpy Leprechaun, Whose pot of gold was nearly gone! "My lucky clover! Where can it be?" He wailed, a sad sight to see.

Buzzing near, a fuzzy Bee, Heard the Leprechaun's misery. "I saw a clover, flying so fast, Toward the whispering Willow, way past!"

The Leprechaun hopped, with a skip and a bound, Following the Bee, all around. And there, by the Willow, so grand and tall, Lay Clover, answering luck's hopeful call!

The Leprechaun cheered, his eyes full of glee, "My lucky Clover, you're back with me!" He scooped up Clover, with a thankful sigh, And the Bee buzzed, "Good luck, way up high!"

For Clover, though lost in the windy chase, Had brought good fortune to this magical place. He snuggled close, to the Leprechaun's beard, And good luck blossomed, as everyone cheered!