Honey And The Four Leaved Clover Poem by Seraphine Belle

A great deal of philosophical territory covered in a fairly brief poem. I especially like the stanza about the ferris wheel and how each ride can have a different focus, a different 'view.' Maybe one thing that has been lost in our mile-a-minute age: the joy of witnessing the slowness of things, like a flower that takes several days to open, or the majestic crossing of a cloud across an azure sky, or even the simple geometric beauty of a tissue on the floor. Nice poem. It sort of reminds me of the film American Beauty.