A change of pace

A change of pace,
A brand new space
Life seems dense
When you just see the fence
Climb up, climb over
See the field of clover
Waiting on the other side
The clover, it is there
You can smell it in the air
And all that you must do is venture around
The fence on this side, firmly on the ground
Walk around, walk around, for a year maybe two
You keep getting closer, and it teases you
With it's fragrance you smell it
And desperately want it
But alas, it is not yet ripe to pluck