WHY? [Shamrock]

In the hush of my pod, I share the droid's senses.

Our minds are meshed; its thoughts swirl against mine.

A swath of green. Pale red hills lining the horizon. A cloudless pink sky.

It kneels, picks one stem, then holds it aloft and asks, “Why four leaves?”

My mind freezes. How can I teach wonder to something that has never felt it?