A four-leaf clover

I have much silliness, and this poem was inspired by that silliness. :-)

I live my life "in clover "
I am like a four-leaf clover
Rare am I
And yet, the clover is said to bring the luck of the Irish
With a clover you can have all you want
Well, I dream of a champagne fun
A fabulous cruise in the sun
Can you see me
I am laughing in the intoxicating moonlight
Being the life of the party
Yes, me wild as can be
But I am like a four-leaf clover
Can you see me high above a mountain?
Standing tall, radiant and bright
And I am like a four-leaf clover
When nature really over-achieves,
It gives its clover a lucky fourth leaf
Can it be a sign from up above
The more leaves, the more luck
I am like that four-leaf clover
Can it be that I too sometimes can over-achieve?
I hold the secret to my own happiness
With that said, the secret to happiness
Means knowing how to face life's challenges
Using your own forceful and empowering tool
And this tool forms from within you,
This tool will bring you good luck and GOOD FORTUNE
Yes, the tool is simply a smile
A smile is all you need to bring happiness to your life
So you see
I am like a four-leaf clover
Who summons luck into my life
By being my own four-clover
So smile and be your own four-leaf clover.