Senses

There's no sound so sweet
   As to hear
   A baby's first tweet,
   The first time a birdie's wing flaps,
   The first song cheered with claps.

There's no sight so good
    As to watch
    A flower bloom in the wood,
    The beginning of a mountain spring,
     The rainbow that the showers bring.

There's no touch so dear
   As to feel
   Mom's presence comforting n near,
   A friends warm hug when life feels dreary,
   A loving hand's caress when you are weary.

There's no taste so delicious
   As
   Love's first kiss candy n luscious,
   The first fruit on the tree you planted,
    The cheers drink after a long-awaited wish granted.

There's no smell so pleasant
   As the fragrance of
   Soaked earth after a torrent,
   Passion embedded in a red rose,
   Purity of a newly born held close.

By:
      Vinita Surana