Feelings of Poetry

When shackled by wind and breezed by balance to mend Grip the wealth that life's garden grows And smell the unknowns the nose not knows Hear zesty colors in rhyming dance And see bountiful beauty from musical chance Be in this moment to crisp the crunch Silence packs a thunderous punch Harvest the taste, this freedom life that melts And feel as though you're on your way to someplace else