Weathered

By Lekhyasree Medarametla

 I am the air,
 drifting in space,
 meeting people unaware.
 
 I am the rain,
 let down when I'm heavy,
 not wanting to be touched by any.
 
 I am the sea,
 enjoyed when I'm calm,
 cursed when I'm angry.
 
 I am the leaf,
 swaying helplessly in the storm,
 clinging against all odds.
 
 I am the sun
 and the moon --
 beautiful when I shine,
 reminisced when I'm not,
 jealous of how the other shines.
 
 I am Nature --
 creating, destroying,
 thriving, dying,
 misunderstood. 
 Aren't we all?