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
We can touch the rain, it falls far to where
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, to 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
This is thoughtful and moving. Wonderful!
Thanks for reading.