I had a dream of walking in green clover.  Ripped earth covered with green leaves.  White flowers, and red mixed among them.  I stepped on the ground and saw the stems compress.  I looked at the ground and saw the flowers below covered with bees. Heavy with pollen and following all of the guidelines that were danced into their minds.  And i knew that I would not be able to touch the ground with my hands, or hold the flowers to my face or move the bees from their flight.  I am still Dreaming of white clover I still can see the clover out in my dream and know if i got the seeds i could fill my ground with life.