You are the Weak One

Branding me a pretty face would be foolish, 

as I am a hurricane, a wildfire, an eruption of power

and the capability

of destruction. 

My hair flows free like the wild wanderings of ocean waves. 

My lips leak honey like a prosperous hive. 

My footsteps plant seeds into the ground; 

forrests grow behind me. 

I was made from the earth, 

a natural wonder, an exceptional enigma; 

you and I were carved from seperate mountains. 

I refuse to allow you 

to compare me to a light breeze

when my words alone 

can shake the earth.