The Garden of Senses.

In the garden, I stand alone,

Engulfed in senses I've always known.

The scent of jasmine fills the air,

As I close my eyes and breathe it in with care.

The breeze whispers secrets in my ear,

As it brushes past me, oh so near.

The sound of leaves rustling underfoot,

Echoes in my mind like an enchanting flute.

The taste of a ripe peach lingers on my tongue,

As I savor the sweetness, the flavor, the fun.

The texture of its soft, fuzzy skin,

Reminds me of summer, of youth, of kin.

My eyes feast on the vibrant hues,

Of roses, tulips, and daisies, in their dew.

The colors dance and play in the light,

As I revel in their beauty, oh so bright.

In this moment, I'm alive and aware,

Of the world around me, so rich and rare.

Through my senses, I'm fully immersed,

In the wonder of life, that leaves me so immersed.