The wind is like
A velvety gloved finger tracing the sharpness of my chin.
It freezes lips shut, chills even teeth, and eats away at soft skin.
It is an earthworm burrowing into my throat, breathing life from within.
The wind is like
A spider's web, nearly invisible, yet strong as steel.
It catches stray objects viciously for its next meal.
It is the spider, swallowing it hole, trapping it and drowning out the squeals.
The ocean is like
damp hands around my waist, hugging me in deeper, about to close.
It fills lungs, separates hands, and drips off mauve fingers and toes.
It is a caterpillar making a cocoon, after days of violence it unfolds and slows.
The ocean is like
young children playing in their mind's palace
Despite tears, screams, and fights, the sea churns her own way, like Alice.
Through the glass she looks, even in the calmest folds one wave can turn it to malice.
Forests are like
thumbs pressing on innocent skin; inhale the euphoric waves you find out of the norm.
It opens curious eyes, falls onto roofs, and guides the wind with uniform
It is two otters, protecting the waters, and holding hands during the storm.
Forests are like
a swarm of bees, completing their tasks with haste.
the energy attracted by sweet smell and sugar taste.
But I warn you that orchids deceive; they have no benefits, but their smell laced.