<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358332" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Purpose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tall trees touch the sun, <br>As the moon follows behind, <br>Lost inside of a rainbow.<br>The sun’s rays fail to dispel the darkness, <br>Although<br>It may be very early morning.<br>Leaves on the trees are<br>Small cupped hands, which<br> Cling to branches of unreality.<br>They hold dewdrops, <br>Tears of naiads <br>Lost in the storm of their<br>Abject misery, <br>Destined as they were<br>To reach heaven someday<br>Too far to travel from<br>Their homes amongst the woodlands.<br>One could have been myself, <br>Rising early, at daybreak<br>Each and every morning, <br>I would venture outward to<br>Walk the same rugged pathway<br>Uphill and down, <br>Winding about myriads of trees, <br>Some that would scrape the sky and others<br>Fallen by many a windstorm-<br>In my dream I would board a small jet plane, <br>Fluorescent in its color, <br>Headed towards the heavens, as it<br>Would travel through the forest at dawn-<br>Perhaps, I thought at one time, <br>This could be a different kind of a journey-<br>Now I know, <br>I am none but a lost soul, <br>With no purpose in life, <br>Awakening every single day<br>Only to voyage outward, <br>To follow the sun…<br>I may capture each moment in time, <br>Loving every tree and being mesmerized by<br>The sight of young deer grazing and then leaping<br>Through the brush, and<br>Although so in love with nature, <br>My life is none but static-<br>Listening to the same lullaby <br>Day and night, though soothing as it may be, and<br>Seeing the world through the eyes of a dreamer, <br>This phantasmal life is without change or purpose-<br>Perhaps I should be grateful that the sun<br>Does not hide its face and<br>Someday I may lose myself inside the clouds that decorate the sky, <br>Follow the moon towards midnight’s passage, hide<br>Inside that rainbow captured and<br>Lose myself in a<br>Different realm of time…<br> <br>Claudia Krizay</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358332" data-title="Purpose de Claudia Krizay" data-description="Tall trees touch the sun, As the moon follows behind, Lost inside of a rainbow. The sun’s rays fail to dispel the darkness, Although It may be very early morning. Leaves on the trees are Small cupped hands, which Cling to branches of unreali..."></div> </div> </div>

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