purpose?

After all these years,
finally,
the sacrifices of blood,
hard work,
collaboration,
and extensive research has come to a test.
It was hard--I should say.
Every bits of our souls was tested,
tortured,
and challenged.
Feels like nothing is left from us.

Now the day has come.
After ten thousand years,
the works of the past,
was here, in front of us.
Planned!
Forged!
Ready to fire up.

We're loading it!
As every bit is added,
the more drops of sweat swiftly fall from me.
I already foresee the possibilities,
It's wrecking me down!

Now it's directed upward,
preparing to shoot the sky,
with blazing speed,
ready to rip whoever closes!

3
The birds started to fly away
.
.
.
2
The sky darkens more than ever!
.
.
.
1
It was gone!

It pushed the earth!
Far from it!
The air tried to go against it!
But it continued,
unharmed,
and well armored.
It looked bright,
and brought light to the skies!

Soon the time will come,
that it fall from the sky.
But not now,
for it can endure the forces,
BEYOND anyone's expectations!

It started to loose power
and direction
like a crumpled knee.
It's energy is deteriorating,
from top to bottom.
I am satisfied.
For all the things in the past has been proven,
Here! Right here where I am standing.

It now come to an end.
It's nowhere to be found.

After all the works,
I will never forget,
flying a water rocket. :P