I wrote this on 3 minutes of sleep on a train ride to Milan, so try and google the scenery to better feel the poem if the sun's shining.
i see miracles.
i see slender trees
i feel surges of emotion.
how insignificant of a speck are you in this world
you are a raindrop on a treeleaf,
yet you can move mountains.
you are something wonderful
you have a universe within you.
you are a raindrop on a treeleaf.
there is no one to justify your beauty besides your existence
your head is in the clouds
you are icy
snow and rain
your voice is thunder
your mind as striking as lightning
you are a spectacle
you can move mountains
and you can dream powers
and you may just be a raindrop on a tree leaf,
but you are a spectacle nonetheless