Sense

Feel:
God’s breath whirling ‘round you.
The coolness of the water.
Those who would are few.

See:
The wonders of Creation.
The creeping animals here.
Add see-ers to this nation.

Hear:
The song sung to God
By birds of the air.
Don’t treat it like sod.

Smell:
The sweetness of the air.
The roses fragrance deep.
Who’s there to even care?

Taste:
The fruit of the tree.
The herbs of the field.
These were all made for thee.

Sense:
The glory of God around you.
God created all things.
No man can make these too. 

                                              -Chloe McCown