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