It’s not a matter of speed. It’s a matter of direction!

There once was a hare that could sure take you there

To the top of that hill, every journey a thrill

Every task giant slain, earning fortune and fame

And a fair deal of stress, but that’s part of success

 

And when you would stand there

On top of that hill

You’d spot a green dot

That appeared to stand still

 

For:

There once was a turtle, that could never hurtle

So as slow as a snail, he’d proceed on his trail

Softly singing a song, he would take you along

But before he would start, he would ponder your heart

 

He sang: “yes, you could rush

Storm hill after hill

And still miss the ones

That will truly fulfill

 

Come with me, let us start, with the eyes of the heart

For the things that fulfill, are not just on that hill

They are found all around, in a bird, tree or sound

From the people you meet to the mouths that you feed

 

Oh yes there’s great beauty

On top of that hill

But if blind right here

You’ll be blind there still