Who are you to say I am too much?

I have loved as fiercely as the star does shine,

brilliantly upon the dancing leaves,

the mist-clad meadows and the

tiny walking creatures of light's creation.

I have cared as deeply as the ocean does roar,

loudly before the deep grooves

of the stony shore, ever gently

shaped by time's merciless march

and water's persistent power.

I have hated as harshly as the land does crumble,

revealing ancient molten stone

roiling and bubbling without gentle order or

thoughtful planning; an unstoppable inevitability.

I have despaired as frequently as the sky does change,

from apocalyptic hurricanes brought to

an unprepared shore, to

cracking lightning unleashing upon

a young forest, ripe to burn.

I am a culmination of all I have felt before,

every tidal emotion and burning emptiness

made flesh by nature's will and power.

Who are you to tell me

that all of this beauty inside me

is too much for this world?