Shamrocks

Walking through the forest I came upon a field of dark green shamrocks.  They spilled into the meadows suffocating the hillside.  They swayed back and forth in the wind.  Their light-hearted leaves twisting in the light spring breeze.  In the distance I could see something above the four-leafed creatures.  It was a stunning beautiful white flower.  It stood tall and stood out in this thick blanket of shamrocks.  It was calling me asking me to come to it.  But not wanting to trample on the carpet of delicate shamrocks that lay peacefully at rest, I dropped to my knees and closed my eyes.  I could see the beauty of this flower in my minds eye.  I could smell its wonderful perfume.  I could taste the warm sweet crisp air that surrounded it.  Before I knew it I began to pray.  When I opened my eyes, I blinked wondering how it came to be that I was now kneeling before the flower that I had once envisioned in my heart.  Startled, I looked around me but I could see nothing but the sea of green that extended into the horizon.  And when the sun came out and shown down, the flower began to glow.  I knew who had carried me here.