Close your eyes, can't you smell it?
That sweetness on the breeze,
That tells the story of a hundred flowers distant and unseen.
The scrumptious aroma,
As it wafts off of mom's fresh bake.
The fruity hint of shampoo,
You get when you hug a friend.
Stick out your tongue, can't you taste it?
The familiar spices,
drifting out of a restaurant onto the street.
The taste of a pen between your teeth,
chewing it whilst you ponder.
The salty tingle of a tear,
as it cascades down your cheek.
Shush, can't you hear it?
The whispers in a breath,
that tells you there is still life around.
The pop of a bubble,
rising to the surface
The rhythm of a thousand raindrops,
assembling a puddle.
Pause, can't you feel it?
The fingers of the wind,
trailing lightly on your skin.
The warmth and comfort in a hug,
that makes you smile from ear to ear.
The smooth canvas of your life,
awaiting you first stroke.
Look now, can't you see it?
The innocence in a child's laugh,
that warms you deep, deep down.
Those silvery waters in the lake,
that have traveled oh so far.
The glimmer of a snowflake,
as it melts upon your palm.
This my child, is beauty,
unaltered and untainted.
Thanks for all of your reviews, I've taken them into my rewrite
you used all the senses to create what 
