woodkatie28

Treasure Trove

The world is an open book

A land full of adventures,

Full of discoveries 

And to be able to enjoy

The fruit the world has to offer

We, as children have our senses

 

Our five senses

Touch, sight, smell,

Hearing and taste

 

We touch the rough 

Ridges of bark around

The oak tree

We see the glittering 

Gold of the sun’s rays

And smell the scented 

Aromas of the flowers

 

We hear the rustle of 

The leaves in the breeze

And taste the crispness 

Of the air

 

We have our five senses

Our tools to unlock

This world of ours

 

We have these senses

To which we expand 

Our knowledge

And learn things

We never knew

 

Comments2

  • dusk arising

    And we never cease learning unless we close our minds.
    However, some of us are, along the way, blessed with yet another sense - common sense.

    Part-time tree hugger.

  • orchidee

    Good write Katie.



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