I am an Ocean
A constant force of back and forth
Pressing against the warm grains of sand
Retreating back to my home in the endless blue depths
And repeat like a never-ending cycle
I am Poetry
Elusive and flexible
My perception is merely a reflection of the viewer
I flow like water and hit like bricks
I am a Snake
Winding and slithering on the dirt ground
My body rears back as I bare my fangs for the world to see
And I pounce on my unknowing victim
I am a Mountain
Born into the ground and destined to stay
Try as I might to escape
I stand strong against the weathering
And yet, I slowly erode into dust
I am a Sunflower
Tall and beautiful
My light radiates into the nearby crevices of everything that surrounds me
Until I am left contaminated by the darkness
A demise of my own creation
I am a Leaf
My colors change with the seasons, never quite repeating
Blossoming into a wide array of greens
Aging to a pale, wrinkled yellow
And I am left behind in the wind
I am a Tea Bag
Steeped into the boiling sea
The sharp spice of my leaves abandons me as I flail
Robbed of my only substance
Left with nothing but a memory of prestige
