Finite Gravity

I am strong; especially at 24 hours length.
Minutes past, nor did I blink to dust.
Lay gently to open, and my arms will raise heavily,
Listen, and the breeze will start walking,

Memory is in a poet's fingertip,
Slip deeply without restrain,
Anger is for pain only,

Finally,

Pick one up, and it's 3-leaved and roundish
Hope may not find it---

nothing behind at the grunt of the shade.