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, 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 
 Is done.
               Keith Garrett