Green petals,
Sway in the slight breeze,

Rounded leaves,
Occurring in sets of threes

A collection of wood sorrel,
Lushly glowing,
In their cumulative leafy sea

Small and dainty,
They dance,
Like minature trees

Maintaining subtle rhythm,
They wave,
For all passerby to see

Their gentle movements,
Ever so beckoning,
Seemingly so free

March the seventeenth,
They sing in harmony,
With perfect synchrony

And finally,
As representatives
Of the Holy trinity

They gather
To share their blessings.
A shared wish
That all be made lucky.