Call me a plant.
Label my branches and leaves.
Name any part you want.
Whatever man percieves.

You have no control.
Your words can't convey
my spirit and soul,
to file it away.

Try your best latin.
Squeeze me in your brains
You'll find it upsetting
when nothing remains.

Language aside,
what would there be?
Eyes open wide,
and you're aware of me.