It is out of your reach, if only by a fraction,
of course, you could get it yourself ~
I have tried to share what little I know,
a handful of words at most.
Alas, you live too fast.
Your heart thunders, and your feet follow suit.
Your mind is probably not far behind.
I asked you to stop,
to listen to the sound,
of roaring rain,
and of actual thunder ~
to hear the whispers of the wind,
to yield, and open your eyes to wonder.
But how could you possibly have heard?
When by your standards,
it takes me a century ~
To just breathe.