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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521448" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grounded</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The afternoon breeze <br>rushes through the top of my big tree; <br>its canopy sways and sings in hushed tones <br>as the declining sun ignites <br>its outermost leaves <br>with green fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through swaying limbs <br>I see brilliant summer sky<br>promising stars beyond<br>if only I can rise high enough <br>to achieve black space; <br>but I’ve never been there, never risen <br>beyond this illusionary, flat world <br>that confines my sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never have I ascended that pillar of flame, <br>pressed deeply against the astronaut’s contoured seat, <br>breathing noisily in helmeted glass, <br>as computers glow reassuringly in darkness, <br>promising that everything will work, <br>and orbit will be achieved. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, my space journeys are all interior.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earth-bound, I am firmly cradled in my deep, leather chair, <br>and only through my high, arched window <br>view the nightly dance of wind and tree, <br>of moon and rising stars. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Envious, I hear excited starlings, one to another, <br>tell stories of daring flight<br>through the good sky, high <br>above this green, <br>firm earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Steven+Federle">Steven Federle</a><div class=q>
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rushes through the top of my big tree; 
its canopy sways and sings in hushed tones 
as the declining sun ignites 
its outermost leaves 
with green fire.

Through swaying limbs 
I see brilliant summer sky
promising stars beyon..."></div>
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