My Clover

As I walk outside,
I see my breath in the frosty air.
As I go up a hill,
A minty lime color catches my eye.
I stop and kneel down and take a closer look,
It's a four leaf clover.
My favriote kind,
The wind is blowing my hair in my face.
I finish walking to skool,
When I'm walking home my clover is gone.
While i finish my walk home I see a little girl holding
My clover out to me,
I told her to keep it.
She needs it more then me.
She looks up,
Thanks me,
Then walks away.
I did the right thing giving her that special clover,
It was hard to do,
But it made her happy.