(poem i wrote for class but won't submit)

You remind me of a blade of grass
In a field,
Growing tall and green
Amidst your sisters,
Swaying like you got religion,
Shaking like you’ve been saved.

I wish I could say I was the sun
You reach for, or the soil
Beneath you, feeding you,
but I am just the child
Who runs through you,
Whose foot hides the light
From you, whose weight arches you
Groundward. I could stand there for days,
I could water you to drowning,
In miniscule rivers,
But still you’d stand up,
If a little bent, if a little
Curved; but still you’d play in the wind
And sleep beneath the snow.