Fertile Ground

A lie can only grow in fertile ground,

A place where it is tended and well fed.

Where hot resentful rays shine on its leaves

And someone takes the time to dig a bed.

If someone chooses to believe the worst

There’s nothing that can stop it taking hold

Where envy, greed or hatred flower first,

A lie will soon be welcomed to the fold.

Yet where assessment, calm and unperturbed

Falls on the lies as they come into sight,

Their growth is likely to be so disturbed

That they can only lose in nature’s fight.

A lie will only thrive where thoughts are low.

Don’t nurture bold untruths, don’t let them grow.