The Lady of the Garden

Beneath the moon's soft silver veil,
Glides the armored queen, the noble snail.
Her shield, a spiral etched with care,
More radiant than Arthur's wear.

No clang of steel, no battle cry,
Yet courage gleams beneath the sky.
A fortress borne upon her back,
A steadfast guard against attack.

Through storms and trials, she holds her ground,
A quiet strength, profound, unbound.
With patience forged in nature's art,
She charts her course, a work of heart.

Oh, snail, your grace, your calm, your might,
A humble queen in soft moonlight.
Teach us all to wear our shell,
To carry home and guard it well.

Poem by Scott J. Hunter.