I am hard to contain

Into qualifiers and perspective

My body moves like a gust of wind

Through damp trees

Sunlight bright like orbs

Of magic through leafs

People wish to call me by name

But my passion crashes hard

Like salty ocean waves

And thunder roaring behind mountains

I’ve heard it called containing multitudes

What if it’s simply the idea

That I am part of nature

I’m more large and grand

Than this human vessel

Can hold and carry?

My heart holding far greater

The spirit of all that is above and below me

Far more magnificent than

Adjectives and things dictated upon me

My body grows wild with the lavender

Is fertile from morning rain

Brightest of blue

Dotted with marshmallowy clouds

And on some days I am gray

Or cold covered

Decorated

With glistening iridescent snow

But no matter the day

The feeling or the inspiration

I am great

I wish to know the baptism

Of earth from waterfalls

To play with whimsy

Amongst blades of grass

As tall as me

Never feeling inadequate on the days

I feel like a daisy compared to an oak

Knowing eventually

Happily

I’ll be reduced back

To the dirt from where I came