There is a bridge hidden

where dense green shadows 
during daylight play hide and seek,
and the trees whose mission it is to seek
wherever sunbeams freak out in the meadows, in the lakes,
and covetously hide the trace
of the sun's lingering face...
The shadows have taken this bridge under their leafy wings.
but the secret is betrayed by the rippling lake. there the reflection shines, invites,
come joyously, come fearlessly,
step on into the shadows.
There is safety as you walk across,
walk across the bridge.
Hidden truths cannot be hidden long,
else they become lies.