From Plastic To Purpose

She drifted alone, lost at sea, Tossed away so carelessly. A bottle, once held tight, Now forgotten, out of sight. She whispered stories to the waves, Of hands that held her, days once brave. But now she floats, unseen, unheard, A silent ghost without a word. Then one day, a boy bent low, His tiny hands began to glow. "Mama, look! What’s this I found?" "Just plastic, love, it’s all around." His fingers traced her weathered skin, A life discarded, worn so thin. But in his eyes, a spark was lit, "What if we could change it, bit by bit?" They took her in, they made her new, Melted, shaped;a dream came true. A brick, a road, a sturdy thread, A future built where waste once spread. She stood again;not lost, not weak, A voice once silent, now could speak. "No longer poison, no longer vain, I’ve found my purpose, healed my pain." For what we waste, we can restore, Turning less into something more. One by one, hand in hand, A world rebuilt by hearts that stand. So pick her up, reshape the game, From plastic to purpose;we rise again.