Soft we tread when lines are few

Half a page could never do
nor fill the quota set by words
that so demand a grander view
of all their trees and all their birds.
Yet even I who never flew
(the less that’s said the more that’s heard)
know half a page could never do
nor fill the quota set by words.

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