Life a purpose,for life is temporary.

Smoke rising up the chimney, the Early break of dawn, The mid summer where everything is fresh, The Dandelions blooms and begins to respawn Baby sparrows chirp's from their nest, waiting for food to be catch. On a winter afternoon, the chill wind blows, And the leafs stopped producing oxygen and topples away, Not everyone likes to walk on cracky withered, fallen leafs, A blizzard day, turning the sky gray. You woke up today,but not everyone, some hoped, It's not just a day, be fruitful, Everyday is a purpose to find and live meaningful, Everyone is climbing but some falls,for their ropes are being chopped