There’s much to endure
Before becoming pure
Suffering meets an end
Hands can finally extend
Walking with open arms
We’re on nature’s terms
It knows, about being pure
The fresh morning air, a cure
Suffering isn’t required
It follows whatever’s desired
Contentment follows purity
In such hearts, there’s security
The tests, they’ve endured
Until purity has matured
They become simple, the pure
To them, truth has much allure