I’m drawn without pencil, I’m walked without feet. I’m found where choices gather - and where journeys meet. I can twist through forests, or cut through aftermath. Follow me long enough, and you’ll discover your...

I'm not ever green nor ever ANY color - I keep changing with the seasons.

Hokay, so here's ME, chilling. Dang! That is a sweet ME you might say, round! Alright, ruling out the Ice Caps melting, meteors becoming crashed into us, the Ozone layer leaving and the Sun exploding, we're definitely going to blow ourselves up

You call me fast, but you'd do better slow; Or deeper yet, should you go. Slow and steady wins this race; To last place, my embrace.

Every time I'm told the Earth doesn't revolve around me, I shoot a burning look at thee.