I Can Feel 'It' Poem by Sai Chandra Priyanka kona

I can see 'it',
by running my hand over them.
I can feel the beautiful colours of 'it'.
I can hear 'it',
as the cool breezes of the green gardens pass over me.
I can feel the music of leaves and lives on 'it'.
I can know 'it',
as the seasons pass.
I can feel getting wet in rain and sweat in sun of 'it'.
I can reveal the secrets of 'it',
as a stream runs and stones differ.
I can feel every new touch in 'it'