CAN’T TOUCH THE SUN
My hand is stretched in front of my face, I reach for the sun,
So close but how far away is incredible when really Imagined.
We can touch the rain, it falls far to where we are,
Touch the wind without seeing, it moves like a dance not seen.
We can touch the trees no matter how tall in the sky they be,
The mountains, they can be felt, not always touched in places untouchable.
We can touch the ocean, fire touched will surely burn but touched it can,
These things touched are a creation worth putting a hand upon.
It is that we may strive to touch the sky, too reach for a plane flying by,
Reach high and wish a hand touch that glowing moon in the night.
We can dream, maybe make them come true, we can’t touch the sun,
We can run, grab hold of many things until our day is done.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Perfect just perfect. These are my favorite lines:
“My hand is stretched in front of my face, I reach for the sun,
So close but how far away is incredible when really Imagined.
We can touch the rain, it falls far to where we are,
Touch the wind without seeing, it moves like a dance not seen.”
Thanks so much.
On Tue, May 31, 2016 at 9:02 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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The lines are indeed beautiful!
Thank you for reading.
On Tue, May 31, 2016 at 10:09 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Perfect
Thanks so much
On Thu, Jun 16, 2016 at 4:06 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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