Lily In The Fool’s Court Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Lily Bluebell grew-up in the court of a most foolish king.
Her fragrant petals were full of life despite his nagging.
At times she danced in the breeze neath the sun‘s light
Til her fellow plants were spiteful, despite her sad plight.

She worked harder than most to take-in all the glorious rain.
That warlord was callous with his garden, no prize to gain.
She cried to the majestic Son who brought such sweet relief.
He helped her, in that fool’s garden, giving fragrant belief.

Many roses have thorns but hers were few and very bright.
When her garden-time ended, there, she rested from the night.
A princess of the King of kings saw those petals laying there.
Carefully she gathered each one, for Rose-jam 'new, ' to share.

Alas, in that garden villa, Lily Bluebell did finally fade.
Springtime brings growth there each year, colours of her shade.
Some say she died of neglect from that wicked, foolish, king.
I was last that saw her, and oh how her petals bloomed to sing!