Uncommon Senses

I’ve been hearing the smells of dew

Clinging to the grasses that grew

I take barefoot strolls in the yard

Thru a fragrance lowering my guard

I love smelling the taste of peaches

For the fuzzy warm feelings it reaches

It’s a mystery of something still hidden

Could this be that fruit once forbidden

I feel sadness when seeing the poor

From all that they have to endure

Our compassion can silence their fears

Then joy is revealed in their tears

I hate tasting the touch of bitterness

Since it points to emotional brittleness

Give forgiveness its proper debut

For the peace in forgiving’s for you

I keep seeing the sound of the breezes

In the piles of the leaves that it teases

All the views of God’s glories abound

Even Nature declares it profound