She's the man

Let me tell the tale
of a girl who didn't stop.
Who climbed up every mountain
without a pause upon the top.
She'd dance until each blade of grass,
was clothed in drops of dew.
And 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'd never taken time
to simply be a human being.