Poetic Verses
The Senses
The great creator with his infinite power of observation
That for his greatest creation man to enjoy any situation
Must be in a state where there must be some form of stimulation
So to do that there must be somewhere to have an effective recognition
There is this sense of sight and this is a delight
In this one can appreciate all things beautiful be it day or night
Also give that added ability to also see the ugly
Thus making that differentiation so easily
Oh what about that great sense if smell
Willingly appreciating the odor and those fine aroma that dwell
In the environment, also be able to sort out the scent
Be it a nice perfume or an repulsive pungent stench
What about another one call taste where you make haste
To salivate even at the slightest little trace
Of anything that is so delicious titillated by smell
And as though led by a radar you zero in so quite well
Oh what's that in the air that you can hear
Is it the rhythmic buzz of the bees, or the wind rustling the leaves in the trees so near
Or the sound of the finest music being played as you relax
Such a melody and that harmony that your hearing is not taxed
It is such a delight that one can have that ability able to touch
An operation that is perform daily and oh so much
Sometimes this is an expression of love and some appreciation
Also that it can also demonstrate a measure of rejection.
It is also amazing how they sometimes work in synergy
Sometimes what one sees is followed by touching unconsciously
And when there is that great aroma of a very good meal
The taste buds get titillated with such a great zeal.
That for his greatest creation man to enjoy any situation
Must be in a state where there must be some form of stimulation
So to do that there must be somewhere to have an effective recognition
There is this sense of sight and this is a delight
In this one can appreciate all things beautiful be it day or night
Also give that added ability to also see the ugly
Thus making that differentiation so easily
Oh what about that great sense if smell
Willingly appreciating the odor and those fine aroma that dwell
In the environment, also be able to sort out the scent
Be it a nice perfume or an repulsive pungent stench
What about another one call taste where you make haste
To salivate even at the slightest little trace
Of anything that is so delicious titillated by smell
And as though led by a radar you zero in so quite well
Oh what's that in the air that you can hear
Is it the rhythmic buzz of the bees, or the wind rustling the leaves in the trees so near
Or the sound of the finest music being played as you relax
Such a melody and that harmony that your hearing is not taxed
It is such a delight that one can have that ability able to touch
An operation that is perform daily and oh so much
Sometimes this is an expression of love and some appreciation
Also that it can also demonstrate a measure of rejection.
It is also amazing how they sometimes work in synergy
Sometimes what one sees is followed by touching unconsciously
And when there is that great aroma of a very good meal
The taste buds get titillated with such a great zeal.
