A child that's still too small won't catch a butterfly. And a child without the skill can't hold on to anythin…
A child that's still too small won't catch a butterfly.
And a child without the skill can't hold on to anything as quick as light.
But then the little ones grow tall, and the clumsy ones grow nimble.
The hills are still the same. The wind is still soft.
Only now, when something flickers in the grass, it turns out to be nothing but sunlight.