SENSE POETRY

Sight, sound, smell, taste, and contact,

The five detects that we love to such an extent.

Every one away to an alternate world,

A universe ready to be spread out.

Sight lays out an image, a material so terrific,

With tones and shapes, a visual order.

The dusks, the stars, and the morning dew,

A dining experience for the eyes, a miracle so obvious.

Sound fills our ears with songs sweet,

From the peeping of birds to the beat of our feet.

The stir of leaves and the accident of the waves,

The music of nature, an ensemble that recoveries.

Smell catches the pith of a second in time,

A memory so clear, it's practically heavenly.

The smell of espresso, the aroma of new downpour,

The scent of blossoms, a fragrance for the mind.

Taste is a sensation, a flavor so strong,

An excursion of delight, a story untold.

The pleasantness of honey, the acrid of lime,

The umami of meat, a taste so magnificent.

Contact carries us nearer to the world around,

From the non-abrasiveness of silk to the hardness of the ground.

The glow of the sun and the cool of the breeze,

The hug of a friend or family member, an inclination that liberates.

So we should treasure the faculties, these gifts of life,

A fortune so valuable, a world without struggle.

How about we hold nothing back from the miracles of sound,

Sight, smell, taste, and contact, a heaven found.