Water does not rest, as my feet do not pace like theirs.
My heart is not still nor silent; it will not succumb, as roots cast trenches under my bones, and my heels stand bare to the soil.

I do not ask for much, but I pray for it all. The heart of a hummingbird, the wings to carry me.
Free and fast.

You know when rest is needed.

You know that time won’t last.