Smell the fragrance in a breeze, from natures blooms in spring
Hear the songs of a new day dawning, by those birds that sing
Feel the anguish in a sunset, as it slowly disappears from site
Or feel the comfort in a sunrise; returning back, to us the light
See the ripples of a stream, brushing past, each new stricture
Follow each new curl and fold, distort the underlying picture
Watch the snowflakes falling, quietly floating to the ground
Turn and twirl, each distinct design, sailing without a sound
Savor the pure essence, of a women's release of love
Wonder as she gifts this pleasure, what she's thinking of
BOEMSby JA 722
