Senses

• Amaya Liyanage, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2020

I feel the gentle breath on mine
Hear the shivers down my spine
I feel the grooves in fallen trees
Smell the summer’s mocking ease
I feel the oceans breathe as one
Watch the stars besmirch the sun
I taste the softened winter’s laugh
Hear the sunset split in half
I see the chains of transcendence
Taste the spite of independence
I see the willow’s fend the lake
Hear the clouds, they sing, they ache
I taste the hope, I feel the thorn
A world of woe, a song forlorn
I hear, I see, I watch, I learn,
And all above, oh I yearn.