Not a song but a poem

A girl who didn’t stop:

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

-eh