Let me tell the tale
Of a girl who didn't stop;
Who climbed on every mountain
Without a pause when on the top.
She'd dance in every blade of grass
Until each one was covered in dew;
The sun knew her by name
But the silver moon did, too.
For a fear had settled in her bones,
A fear of sitting still;
That if you're not moving forward
It must mean you never will.
So in time, her dance got slower
And she looked at all she'd seen;
But found gaps inside the places
That she'd never fully been.
For she was a human doing,
Human moving, human seeing;
But she had really never taken the time
To be a human being
- e.h
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
Let me tell the tale
Of a girl who didn't stop;
Who climbed on every mountain
Without a pause when on the top.
She'd dance in every blade of grass
Until each one was covered in dew;
The sun knew her by name
But the silver moon did, too.
For a fear had settled in her bones,
A fear of sitting still;
That if you're not moving forward
It must mean you never will.
So in time, her dance got slower
And she looked at all she'd seen;
But found gaps inside the places
That she'd never fully been.
For she was a human doing,
Human moving, human seeing;
But she had really never taken the time
To be a human being
- e.h
