A journey through senses

Through sight, I see the world in hues,

The colors blending into views,

Of mountains rising to the sky,

And oceans stretching far and wide.

Through hearing, I hear the sounds,

Of birds chirping and waves crashing down,

The rustling leaves and the whispers of the wind,

All come together, making a symphony blend.

Through touch, I feel the warmth of the sun,

The softness of petals as I run,

My fingers through a field of flowers,

And the chill of raindrops in stormy hours.

Through taste, I savor sweet and sour,

The flavors of fruit, spices, and flower,

The bitter coffee, the spicy sauce,

All of them have a taste that makes me pause.

Through smell, I breathe in the air,

The fragrant aroma everywhere,

The perfume of roses and jasmine blooms,

And the smoky scent of wood in rooms.

Each sense a gift, a treasure to hold,

In a world full of sights, sounds, and flavors untold,

Through sensory language, a poem we weave,

A journey of the senses, a world to perceive.