Purpose
- Lit Liz
- Jan 3
- 1 min read
Updated: 9 hours ago
Whenever you fret about your purpose.
Soothe your nerves and listen to these words.
A squirrel's purpose is to bury nuts.
And forget where he stored them for Winter.
That's why there’s so many trees, my dear.
A bird's purpose is to share their troubles.
Scream to mate, to fight, to find their loved ones.
That's why we hear beautiful songs, my dear.
A worm's purpose is to tunnel and eat.
Aerating the very earth we stand on.
That's why we have so many plants, my dear.
A plant's purpose is to drink dew and sun,
shading the animals and feeding them.
Are you able to understand, yet, my dear?
Your purpose is to be yourself true.
Physically able? Get out of bed.
Step outside and watch the world living on.
Do what you love not because you have to,
but because you’re being your true self, dear.
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