So quick and fast the quick fast fox.
So white and worn the threadbare socks.
Like arrows borne unto the air,
the target known yet not known where.

A portrait of a steady hand,
why wary touchers try to stand.
Not thought of sun amidst the snow
can hide the miles and miles to go.

Now grass is green and sky is blue
so simple is the trick to do.
A fairytale of comets caught
the means to speak without a thought.