Truth : The Search

The truth lies there,
Hidden and asleep.
Content with itself,
Yet wanting to be found.
The water wets the grass,
The sun hides behind clouds.
The weather becomes damp,
The truth is nestled in shroud.
The burden does weigh a lot,
The emotions do seem unjust.
In the whole ball of colors,
Image is a mix of contours.
The truth lies there,
Hidden and asleep.
Fondled and fed by a mother,
One knowing its secrets deep.
The search goes on,
Some find it,some leave it alone.
It doesn't cringe or assault,
Truth erases my final fault.