Compliments fall short except to the wicked

They sat next to each other

to face one another

with winter

brewing in their hearts,

but only for the truth-less hiss

and the noiseless banter

of the mindless and conformed.

Truth crawls deep

and like water it seeps

through the veins

of mother earth

and mankind itself.

Yet earth is still,

and as it grows

towards the sky

just one thing can

sculpt it peacefully.

Water soothes,

seeps into the wood

gives life to trees

and turns the barren

lands to green.

Without truth

the world withers,

it's walls close in

and it's waters hold still,

it sits motionless

decaying.

To the core of it all.

Even so,

truths seep through the earth,

and as they flow,

So they spoke,

and truth did befall

their lips.

Though water

may break through stone,

and the earth

itself try to hold water in,

sooner or later
one must give in,

usually water wins.