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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You had a good idea here, Paul! Did you mean the last word to be a pun or is it seen? I like the pleasant and unpleasant smells juxtaposed.