Nature Sense

December 14, 2007 To have all sense of everything, Or have a voice, and yet not sing, To have good sight, but not to see, Or have fine taste given to me, To hear even the slightest sound, Or feel each curve that makes the ground. To follow tasty seeming scents, Or think with reason, common sense. But have you noticed eagles pass? Or ever studied blades of grass? But have you seen the reindeer prance? Or watched a willow’s woeful dance? But have you felt the crashing waves? Or sounded calls in artful caves? But lend you ear to silent pleas Or have them die alone in ease. You may have eyes to see the time, But not to notice cliffs that climb. You see the sun go up and down, But not the air you breathe turn brown. You may have heard sounds of the street, But not the rhythm horses beat. You hear the wind, its mighty scream, But not the whisper of a stream. So don’t forget your middle face, For not a smell means not much taste! So take a break and smell the air, For you may find your sense ensnared, So intimate a scent can be, For what you find not all may see. So seek out dew drops on the grass, For gifts like these are not to last. The pleasure now of having taste, Oh beauty of a ribbon laced. The freshness of a berry picked Oh luscious fruit, thou can addict. The might that’s held in grains of sand, Oh tiny treasures fall from hand. The grains build mountains overnight, Oh do you marvel at their height? And do you know within each bite, Each one you take, are colors bright. And lively pleasures soon begun, Each flavor dances on your tongue, And have you caught the wind today? Each breath it sings its pride away. And can you touch a blazing trail - Each shooting star, it will prevail.