A beautiful ceiling fan was put up in a room.
Bright, shiny, and new, it thought it had a lot to do.
But the room wasn't used much, and much to its gloom,
The fan wasn't used as such, it didn't have anything to do.
And so it hung there, in that darkened room.
Till, suddenly, one day, the room started to be used.
Voices, joy, and laughter filled the once quiet room.
The fan was so happy; it started to be used.
The fan looked down and saw who was in the room.
Two young boys, it seemed, who had brought life to the room.
The fan was so happy, it had so much to do.
The fan continued rotating, rotating to cool the room.
Suddenly, one day, chaos seemed to ensue.
The fan looked down, as below, the boys refused to move.
No longer were they breathing, no longer did they move.
The fan kept on rotating...what else could it do?
The lifeless forms were taken out, never to return.
The fan was no longer needed, again nothing to do.
The lights were turned out, the fan stood still, again in the gloom.
In the darkness it wondered why they had to leave so soon.
