My Senses

Can you smell that? I can.

That aroma that fills your nastrols, that air that fills your lungs.

You call it gross and putrid, but not me.

I love that smell, it tells me that the earth is healthy.

But you want to take it away.

Can you hear that? I can.

The sound of a rumbling engine, the sound of bells calling in the field.

You call that annoying and disruptive, but not me.

I embrace that sound, it's the earth singing her songs.

But you want to drown her out.

Can you feel that? I can.

The rich black earth, the pure water falling on the feild stones.

You say its a nuisance and messy, but I dont.

I encourage that feeling, it's the life force running over the land.

But you hide from it.

Can you taste that? I can.

The crisp skin of organic, the juices run down your throat.

You say its cheeper at a super store and prefer fast food, but I don't.

I anticipate every fresh morsel that mother earth gives me.

But you regect her.

Can you see that?

That is a hard working girl in the fields of a farm.

She thanks the earth and sky for letting her be what she is.

That girl is me.