Purpose

A flock of birds cut across the sky on a migration path
Trees swayed in the wind that swept across the hills
Flowers essayed their sweet fragrance in natural shower
While bees plyed their minstrelsy in voices quite shrill

Day followed night with a periodic rhythm undisturbed
High cliffs presenting a proud visage crumbled to dust
While plains were lifted aloft to form the next new crest
Life's cycles moved per a timeline that remains untouched

Birds decided to court and mate as per their natural instinct
Nature provides them with the material to build their nest
And quite soon it is filled with life waiting to move aloft
No sense of attachment between parent and offspring is felt

Life always manifests in nature as per an unseen plan
There is a purpose that drives the creation of new life
All the resources needed for fulfilment are provided
And when the goal is met the soul shall always take flight

My purpose is becoming clearer with the passing of time
I was in error regarding my goal but that was rectified
An unsolicited message came from a source that I trust
Which showed me the final steps in a dance of blissful light