The Lion and The Lily.

David Wakeling

It all grew in sympathy,

As he began the day,

Unsuspecting vanity,

The scene was set for play.

Lily, the prize, perfection,

Teased without a care,

The lion made close inspection,

But was held to wonder there.

 

The greatest king of all,

Was brought to a cub's incline,

He lamented with a purring call,

As the lily turned divine.

He'd never seen such beauty,

In one fond scene so pure,

As king he'd shunned his duty,

To the trapping and the lure.

 

He grew impatient at the water's side,

And plunged to gain his own,

He thought the beauty that he spied,

Was his, and his alone,

But the lily was no more,

And the lion stood supreme,

And as he wandered to the shore,

He faded with his dream,

Forgive, white lily, forgive the king,

For lion's are deaf when lilies sing.

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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem with a moral reads smooth as silk with its meter and rhyme. Nicley done

  • arqios

    One could romp in these verses all day!

  • Tony36

    Brilliant

  • orchidee

    Good write David.

  • Teddy.15

    May I say absolutely stunning a pleasure to read and most enjoyed. Imagery splendid. 🌹

    • David Wakeling

      You can say that because its much appreciated.Thank you

    • Bobby O

      You are such a tremendous wordsmith
      Lion stood supreme
      The way you engage the reader with magnetically designed cadence.
      Many props my friend

      • David Wakeling

        Thank you mi amigo.Much appreciated

      • Abdullah123

        Absolute amazing well done.



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