Purpose 

Sky melting into the horizon, 
Red, yellow, orange and blue. 
Toes digging deep into the cold, damp sand, 
Finding a place to belong.
Isn't that what we all want, 
to belong,
to belong to 
someone 
something
somewhere. 
The need to be needed, 
or else, what is the purpose of living. 
We want to love and be love, 
is there anything else to life? 

(Free Verse)