Lost Spring

I went on a walk along the clover field today,
They say it's luck if you find a four leaved clover on the way.

I forgot that March had slipped away,
Taking with it the spring's bouquet,

Now everywhere the flowers are showing decay,
Under the sun's harsh ray,

Even the clover field has faded away,
From sparkling green to a dull grey.

The tiny yellow sunshine trapped blooms,
Are now the reminiscents of lost spring,
And the three lobed parrot green leaves
Are now just the crumbly fragments of lost hope.