All this upkeep, you know?
I was trying to watercolor paint the sky, on a tiny sheet of paper. It took me hours, on a tiny sheet of paper.
It's a tough lesson, trying to grow a tree in a day.
On the very same planet is wilderness and ocean, both so vast that my words would never echo.
I tiptoe through canyons, and sometimes even my whisper goes on for minutes. The problem is no one sees me behind those big rocks.