Carousel of the Senses

Sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell,

Each sense a story to tell,

A symphony of sensory swell,

That casts a spell, we can't dispel.

The hues of sight, a rainbow bright,

A feast of colors, a wondrous sight,

Blending into each other with delight,

A canvas painted by nature's light.

The sounds of hearing, a melody of notes,

Of birds and crickets and water's gloats,

A cacophony of rhythm that floats,

In the air, like a song that promotes.

The touch of feeling, a texture's tale,

A rough or smooth or prickly veil,

A sensation that we cannot fail,

To perceive, and our senses unveil.

The taste of flavors, a dance of tongue,

A sweet or sour or bitter lung,

A burst of taste buds that have sprung,

A journey of flavors that we've begun.

The smell of scents, a fragrance fleet,

A rose or lavender or spice to meet,

A scent that makes our senses greet,

A whiff of memory that we'll keep.

Sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell,

Each sense a story to tell,

A symphony of sensory swell,

That twists and turns, like a carousel.