Mother nature's truth

What's the word for Truth?
Keen, I leafed Her lexicon;
On chancing no term,
I donned my glass so none might
Dupe my rather humble sight.

O dear, why this toil?
Let me a secret unveil -
She said - I abridged
So none my Tribe, shall for sure,
Unto its Antonym tour.

What Life can be - where
Sun feigns to illume the day,
Rain cons a parched tree,
Wind tricks a bee's blossom chase
And Earth betrays a starved face!

Sep 8, 2012