A fairytale about Truth and Lie

A fairytale about Truth and Lie.

I’d like to tell a tale today,
A curious one in every way—
Of Truth and Lie, one sunny morn,
Who went out walking, newly sworn.

They chatted lightly as they strolled,
Of nothing much, just tales retold,
When lo! They saw a crystal gleam—
A lake as pure as in a dream.

The weather smiled, the breeze was sweet,
The sun was warm, the day complete.
With joy and laughter in their eyes,
They stripped to swim beneath the skies.

The birds were singing overhead,
With blooming flowers in their stead,
The world seemed perfect, fresh and wide,
As nature glowed on every side.

But Lie, who swam and splashed with glee,
Came out of water first, you see.
And spotting Truth’s own dress nearby,
She gave a grin—oh yes, that Lie!

She tried it on—it fit just right,
So off she ran and out of sight.
Now clothed in Truth from head to toe,
She fooled the world with quite a show.

And Truth, unaware, stepped from the blue,
Still wet and bare, with heart so true.
She found her clothes had gone away—
But naked Truth holds no display.

And Lie went forth in borrowed grace,
With Truth’s own clothing on her face.
"I am the Truth!" she’d proudly say—
And people cheered her all the way.

But Truth, without a thread to wear,
The world rejected then and there.
For who would let in naked Truth,
Without a robe to hide her proof?

05-27-25