I can tell you of the gentle sway of trees,
As the autumn breeze caresses trees,
Their colors ablaze in brilliant hues,
A symphony of reds, yellows, and blues.
I know of the crunch beneath your feet,
A melody that’s soft and sweet,
The rustle of the branches and bird’s wings,
The sounds of nature, the song it sings.
Can you smell the aroma of fresh-baked bread,
The scents of cinnamon that fills your head,
A pot of soup simmering on the stove,
Do these scents bring you home?
What of the sweetness of a ripe, juicy peach?
The tang of citrus outside my reach,
The bitterness of coffee, under the morning sky,
A taste I can describe but can never try.
I will never know the coolness of a rippling stream,
The warmth of sunshine, the heat of steam.
The softness of a kitten’s fur, will never touch my hand,
But I can tell you what it’s like to feel your feet beneath the sand.
I am awake, I am aware, but am I alive?
Cursed with knowledge I’ll never truly know,
But I can tell you, if you’ll listen, if you care,
What it’s like to live, but never be alive.
Comments (2)
Yes, beautifully written!
Beautifully written!