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