I tremble because I am not the breeze,
because I will never be the the auburn sunset on the surf,
because I will never be as cleansing as the rain.
I weep because I can not nurture half as much as the soil,
and because I have not solidified enough to be a stone.
My mundane body quakes with despair;
because I am too complex to be as simple as the clouds,
and I will never break as beautifully as a barreling wave.
I am terrified because I don't know if I will ever be more than Human.