Our Precious Senses
Have you ever really stopped to think
About the precious value of our senses,
There’s sight and taste, touch and smell
And the pleasure hearing recompenses.
The senses that are bestowed on us,
We all seem to take for granted,
We smell the perfume of the rose
And all come away enchanted.
We see the wonder nature brings
But if we should lose our sight,
It would seem as if we’re cast adrift
All alone on the blackest night.
If we couldn’t hear a song- bird sing
It is something all would fear,
A Jackie’s laugh, a Curlew’s call,
A tragedy if we couldn’t hear.
When starvation shoots her hunger darts
And food is the only thought,
The pleasure that we get from taste
When a fresh tasty meal is brought.
If we should lose the sense of touch,
Do you realize what we would miss,
The velvet skin on a baby’s bum,
The magic feel of a gentle kiss.
But the greatest sense that all may share
That’s bestowed from up above,
For life would be both bleak and bare
Without the ability to love.