Senses

Through sight, I see the colors of the world,

The way the sky is painted blue and pearl,

The flowers that bloom so vibrant and bold,

The beauty that surrounds, the stories untold.

Through sound, I hear the melody of life,

The chirping birds, the rustling leaves in strife,

The laughter of friends, the whispers in ears,

The music that consoles, the tales it clears.

Through taste, I savor the flavors of delight,

The sweetness of fruits, the bitterness of spite,

The savory sensations that my tongue explores,

The hunger that I feel, the hunger it stores.

Through smell, I inhale the aroma so divine,

The scent of blooming roses, the earthy pine,

The fragrance that surrounds, the memories it brings,

The aroma that lingers, the longing it sings.

Through touch, I feel the textures that surround,

The warmth of the sun, the coldness of the ground,

The softness of a petal, the roughness of bark,

The sensations that awaken, the magic that sparks.

The five senses unite, they create the world I know,

Each a gift, a treasure, a seed that grows,

They take me on a journey, they open my eyes,

A journey full of wonder, a path that unties.

For the world is a canvas, a masterpiece so vast,

A tapestry of senses, a beauty that will last,

An orchestra of life, a symphony of rhyme,

A journey full of magic, a story of a lifetime.