The light.
Far, far away,
Too high up,
How can it be reached?
It can't.
We can see its glow
And the scattered fragments through the foliage
But we can't touch it.
We aren't able to,
It is simply impossible.
Rather, the light reaches through,
Into the dark
And into our eyes,
And it touches us instead.
The light cannot be reached
But we still have to find it.