A Field Of Clover Poem by Eva Mae Witt

I'm walking through a field of clover without making a sound
Surrounded with the beauty of nature which has given us
Fruits, vegetation, cosmic force, which we should appreciate

That this mother earth has been our gladiator of life forms
From century to century, through battles we all strife
This earth will live on forever even in floral gardens

grow on an endless path for our health, wealth and lifestyle to keep
Us humans healthy for our children, grandchildren and future
Generations to build a vortex of substantial wealth for

Many inhabitants on this earth can see all the beauty
As I walk on an endless path through this field of clover it
Will surely make the finest and purest honey for all to

WANT TO WALK ON THROUGH THIS BEAUTIFUL FIELD OF CLOVER I KNOW!