We seek to find in verses plain
an essence clear for us to gain
for words can twist and likewise blind
but Truth remains in verse refined.

In a wooded forest of ornate lines
a tree of truth whose roots entwine
in simple verse its meaning shines
clear and bright like sparkling wine..

With each word chosen and crafted right
a poet’s quest to bring truth to light
not through the dark of endless night
but on crystal wings each verse takes flight.

In tangled woods of prose we stray
on lilting verse the Truth holds sway
a path of words both clear and grey
guides us true along every way.