This Is Just To Say Poem by Kylee Joy

I have become
The wallpaper
In a drab room
A three leave clover in a field of fours
An insignificant growth
Which no one picks for luck

People often don't notice
My plain yellow light
It's snuffed by the others
Whose are more colorful
More brilliant

But my light
In it's simplicity
Is beautiful
In a special way

But for you
I'll wait
You
The one who will pick me
The three midst a field of fours
Me
The one with a soft yellow glow