No one can control me, those who try will find out. Some say I'm all wind, though there's more than that about. Even at my most furious, I'm calm when looked in the eye. Eventually, my wrath will pass by.

I can jump, but I cannot walk. You might see me in a rainstorm.

Lemons, bananas, a sunlit array, I brighten skies and fields in May. Not a sound, yet I’m loud in view, Worn by both daffodils and morning’s hue.

From womb of the queen, through chaos I came, to challenge the shadow that murdered my name. An eye for the truth, though one I did lose, I soar where the sun and the kings both choose.

I have tentacles, but I do not have bones. I am known for my large brain.