Truth is the Land

There is a land far beyond.
Beyond the fringe infringed by few.
A land of trees with hanging fruits.
Fruits that are real from trees of truth.
Truth is the land beyond which pride lies.

Rivers flow into that land.
A flat land with hills so few.
A land which few paddle beyond.
Beyond is the land which few shall see.
For to see is to believe that land beyond.

There is a savannah where many linger.
Lingering as their own shadow looms large.
It's there that pride ambushes the prideful.
Pride which chains many with delusions.
Delusions because truth is the land beyond!

It's a journey worth the pious way.
It's a way to the land of truth.
But truth is the land beyond which pride lies.
For lies are in pride for those defiant.
Many are those who defile the land where pride lies!