Touched the Moon
Last week
believing I could,
I reached out
and touched the sun.
Believing I could,
last night
I reached out
and touched the moon.
Today I look at the
world
with eyes that see
beauty in everything
from the smallest
beetle,
from every tree, bush
and green patch of
grass
to the bird that sings
every morning
just before dawn.
From the small
gestures of strangers
to city lights at
night,
I am forever grateful
and I know
it's not the world
that has changed,
but my sight
Dewey Dirks
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