Prompt 19 – Nature’s Enigma
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Amidst a place where silence reigns,
A tale unfolds in whispered strains,
A realm of splendor, so they say,
But truth, perhaps, may slip away.
The sky above, a painted scheme,
A canvas vast, or so it seems,
Yet in its hues, a subtle jest,
A fiction woven in the west.
The trees, they stand in still repose,
In shades of green, their story goes,
But secrets hidden ‘neath their bark,
A myth, a riddle in the dark.
The river’s flow, a gentle stream,
Its waters gleam, or so they deem,
A liquid ribbon, winding by,
Yet truth’s reflection, one can’t deny.
Creatures here, they claim to dwell,
In this enchanting, mystic spell,
With fur and feather, scale and fin,
A tapestry where truths begin.
To capture this, in words, they try,
Yet falsehoods in their tales may lie,
For nature’s beauty, veiled and shrewd,
Holds truths and lies, both well-imbued.
So, with a hint of truth and lore,
The storytellers weave, and more,
A world obscured, in mystery,
Where lies entwine with truth’s decree.
Antoinette LeRoux © 2023