Veiled

Truth often is overlooked,
Obscured by well articulated lies.
And how do we define,
What an ornate mask could hide.
Often, the veiled reality dies.
Only the very wise, would discover,
The love beyond a mean demeanor,
The rust beneath a glossy veneer.
Only the very wise,
Would survive the arduous wait,
Till the clouds lift, for the veil of mist,
To drift off and uncover,
the unequivocal beauty of the rolling hills,
the many colored trees and flowers.
-shane-