Yavanna and the clover – A poem of worth and want

by Sep 8, 2003Poetry

The clover said to the sky:
“Why can I only see the world from where I sit? Why am I rooted and can not move?”
The sky said to the clover:
“Thou art like to all other plants who’s feet stay stuck fast in the soil, thy duty is to the bees and the soles of travelers feet. You need not move.”
The clover said to the sky:
“Then why must I be so small? A traveler would remark of the stately trees over head, but not of the clover under foot.”
The sky said to the clover:
“Ah, but the traveler would remark if there were no clover under foot.”
The clover said to the sky:
“True but why must I be so plain? Everyone admires the dew on a rose petal, but dew on my leaves only causes wet shoes.”
The sky said to the clover:
“Does thou think the dew cares who’s leaves it lands on? You forget, for you can only see the world around you, the dew in a medow of clover caught in the sun’s early rays, is like to a field of golden droplets.”
The clover said to the sky:
“Why should the sky care so much for a clover when it can gaze upon the boughs of a great oak on a summer’s day, or smell the sweet smell of a garden of wild roses?”
The sky said to the clover:
“I care for all plants in Arda. From the moss on a stone to the tallest tree that towers in the largest forest, from the sweetest rose to the smallest clover. For all are my creation, and all belong to me. I am Yavanna Kementàri, The Giver of Fruits, Queen of the Earth. I am seen as a tree crowned in gold robed in pearls of golden dew, I love all things growing, and shall until the end of time. Worry not for I am always with you in spirit. Open your eyes little clover and see the dew on the grass in your meadow and be glad, for I made it for you.”
And with that the clover lifted it’s leaves and it’s small pink head and looked out on it’s meadow and gasped in wonder at the sight it saw. It was glad and the sky smiled down and was glad too.

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