Noblesse

She did show me, the little ones, green, luscious thin velvet, the lot of them had three, not four. But now and then, if you had cleaned your plate at dinner, your ears at bathtime, your room more often and your language during recess, there would be, waiting, somewhere, often in the shade of stinging nettles, your just reward. A four-leaf clover, so symmetrical, times two, at that and looking so... well unpretentious, as if quite unaware of its own beauty. You were allowed to touch it briefly, but not to pick and carry it away. Lest on the days to follow this, the lucky although earned one, you would be there, and make a face of disappointment, because rewards are catching, like colds and sniffles. And so it is with friendship, there is only one, not many kinds, or variations, to have a friend who knows he is must be akin to finding that elusive clover. It is a distant cousin to the Alpine Edelweiss. And both of them do know their friends and live in kinship, a true noblesse.