Towers of Truth

Peace found me
in awe-stunned lands,

architectural marvels
built by human hands.

I considered home
the pink moon above,

watched Towers of Truth
soar higher than doves.

I began to notice
some wonder filled things,

the souls of the residents
bounded the strings

that kept the Truth Towers
sound and secure,

able to endure falsehearted wind
and fog impure.

In this fable,
trust was stable.