What do you see?
The sky over your head
Stretched like a blanket over a bed
Or the space between
The energy unseen
What do you hear?
The cry of a child
So free and wild
Or the wind through the trees
The whistle of the breeze
What do you smell?
The tang of herbs and bread
The promise of being fed
Or the crisp rain
That washes away pain
What do you feel?
The coarse edge of stone
Scratching skin and bone
Or the touch of grass
The sense of nature’s past
What do you taste?
The sourness of a lemon
A sting that’s so common
Or the sweet kiss after
That finishes with laughter
What do I see?
Well, that’s up to me
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