Clover In The Hospital Grounds Poem by jan ejsymontt

Clover in the Hospital Grounds

The Clover grows without a care
Soft, three leaves and whitened bloom.
He does not ask why as he shifts in the breeze
Nor worry when the next rain will come
Or fret the earth be swept from under him.
Sitting amongst 1000 more he seeks no fame
Or power or riches or to be more beautiful than them.
He does not ask for the sun or the bees
He never regrets yesterday’s storm
He just is. He sits in peace and gives joy.
Oh what a teacher is this one patch of untended Clover



June 8th 2008
First Day of Therapy.