Lying

Oh, so you're that type—so silent but strong? A whisper in the wind, yet firm as stone, Your presence felt, though words may not belong, In quietude, this might alone is shown. The earth beneath your feet does hum a song, A serenade to roots that deeply grow, Feeding a canopy of easily broken limbs Draped with a web spun of concrete A interesting spider it is; Embracing all that’s wrong and shunning right, A lull force that more than a few may know Yet in your reticence, worlds are built and torn, A universe of thoughts no one can perceive, Each moment passed, a weave reformed, A lesson learned in silence; I believe So let us wonder, question, ponder on, For nullified it is of strength; All shall take leave; when your word is gone.