You thought I was gentle, like a warm breeze.

My insides felt sweet, like honeybees.

My heart is stinging… from the honeybees too!

Last week you asked me if the sky was really blue.

This week I wondered how well I know you.

Or how well you know me. If you could see, all the wondrous things that I!

Can be.

More than a breeze, I am a storm.

Like lightning I strike! Like sunshine I am warm.

Like the afternoon I can be golden or blue.

Like sunrise I can come in softer hues.

Like rain I can fall. Harder than imagined.

Like moss I can grow. In the spaces you don’t see.

Like water. I can flow and freeze.

Like you. I can be quick to misunderstand.

Like a tornado. I can rip you apart.