5 Senses Of Green Poem by Paul Celano

I see a signal meaning to go
I see a field where people play
I see the grass needing a mow
I see the seaweed in the bay

I hear the forest sounds of life
I hear the croaking of a toad
I hear the loud shouting from strife
I hear the beeps of matrix code

I taste the bitter of a lime
I taste the freshness burn of mint
I taste the spicy dots of thyme
I taste sour that makes me squint

I smell aroma of cut pine
I smell rich potent olive oil
I smell young grapes throughout the vine
I smell aged food about to spoil

I feel roughness of lizard skin
I feel pain from a cactus thorn
I feel split pea soup down my chin
I feel sharpness from stalks of corn

Five senses of the color green
From sound, taste, smell, touch and things scene