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
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Author:
woodkatie28 (
Offline) - Published: August 6th, 2019 00:25
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
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.
Good write Katie.
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