Purpose

The night wanted to

sleep tight under the light.

The fire wanted to

shed a tear.

The wind wanted to

stand still.

The tree wanted to

fly free.

The ocean tide wanted to

hide.

The water drop deep down wanted to

reach the star.

The time wanted to

go back home.

How much ever hard they tried

they couldn’t and they cried.

They looked into themselves

Into their strengths and their joys.

They realised their purpose

and never wanted to be something else.