to describe what I see with my own two eyes,
of the beauty the morning sun brings
as it breaks the darkness as it wakes.
to describe what I can feel when I reach out to touch,
the things that surround me
in my own corner of the world.
to describe what I can hear whenever I close my eyes,
the music and laughter of the birds chirping,
and the way the wind whispers as it passes me by.
to describe the taste of life I am living at the moment
where love is ever present and comforting,
a special ingredient that I shouldn’t forsake.
-The Elusive Scribe 041313-