Plumeria

I am an ocean.
Pulling people along
 Hoping they will follow my lead.
Choosing the correct direction.

I am the wind,
 Fighting against my ocean self,
 Wanting to go against what is right;
What is natural.
I am a Plumeria.
Beautiful in the truth
That a flower has.
 Immaculate look,
Indefinable smell,
But still beaten down
By mother nature
Aside man-kind.

I grow as a tree may
If nothing's in the way.
Constantly expanding in mind, body, and soul.
Not scar free, though:
The fires of people leave their permanent mark,
The pests of friends leave their destroying memories.

I feel as a beaten down path might.
Beautiful land surrounds
Yet I am used, stepped on.
Taken care of, every now and again
But still lacking that TLC.

I was a seed.
Hidden underground
Ready to sprout into something amazing.
But feared overpowering
My want and need to grow.
Grow into the tree I now am.

I am now a puppy.
Jubilant
Happy
Energetic
Clumsy and childish.
Always bringing a smile to even the saddest of faces,
Whether that smile is wanted or not.

I will be a light.
Guiding not only myself,
But others as well, journeying through a
Dark and lonely world.
Adding color and personality to the gloominess
As we go.

I am a sea.
Flowing many different directions
In many different ways.
I pull people one way,
And push others in a different way,
But still allowing them to be free
And "do their own thing"
Not always is it the best way, though.
For I am the sea.
So extravagant an unknown.
So dangerous and renown.