The tales of lore abound
were arrogant lies are found
measured by a length of time
subliminal messages we do find

go ahead, cast the birds
against the bees
for the rains will leave
dry, the empty seas

and the stars will not twinkle
as lovers kiss
for their hearts that beat
seem to go amiss

suspect every word
for that truth or falsehood
behind every door
are just tales of lore

then dance upon the new green
of spring
inhale the freshness that it brings
their, the slumber of arrogant lies
are found
decaying, as the newness of renewal
abound