Sounds

Written by: James Chenevert

I feel the waves caressing my feet.
I bask in the sun and know its heat.
I smell the freshness in the air,
I hold the breeze flowing through my hair.
I take the honey from the hive,
and know it's good to be alive.
I hold my pulse and feel its beat,
smell the flowers, a special treat.
I see the painting on the wall,
showing beauty at its crest.
I taste the salt upon my hand,
and see life at its best.
These things are nice,
it is so clear.
But there is something missing,
can you guess?
I can't hear.