Purpose Poem by Lexi Smith

^^Oh cautious brook why do you flow?
And where oh where do you want to go?
I’m wondering if the wind will blow
After all is said and done will clouds still need to snow?
Up high above us the trees lean to and fro
Why wind do you test them so?
To tear their roots up from below?
To scare the mice and timid doe?
And now I see the fevered crow
Why do you fly till pale moon glow?
For sure as I, You will die
That’s why I beg the answer
If all things die, what purpose is there?
For in the end, who is to know?
^^