Botany

Call me a plant.
Label my branches and leaves.
Name any part that you want.
Whatever you can perceive.
You have no control.
Your words can't convey
my spirit and soul,
to file 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.