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In the stillness of dawn's tender light,

Where shadows dance and day ignites,

A whisper echoes, soft yet clear,

"The purpose is now, it's always here."

In the rhythm of the ocean's sway,

In every breath of night and day,

Existence hums a sacred song,

A timeless truth where all belong.

The stars that twinkle in the night,

The sun that bathes the world in light,

Each heartbeat, every fleeting sigh,

Proclaims the purpose: just to be, not why.

In laughter's joy and sorrow's tear,

In moments bold and those of fear,

We find our meaning, pure and true,

In simply being, me and you.

The flowers bloom without a plan,

The rivers flow, the mountains stand,

No need for reasons to unfold,

Existence shines, a truth untold.

So let us live, both wild and free,

In this vast, wondrous tapestry,

For in each breath and every glance,

We find our purpose in life's dance.

To be, to feel, to see, to hear,

To touch the sky, to hold what's near,

Existing is the gift we share,

A simple truth beyond compare.