5 Senses Of Green

I see a signal meaning to go

I see a field where people play

I see the grass needing a mow

I see the seaweed in the bay

I hear the forest sounds of life

I hear the croaking of a toad

I hear the loud shouting from strife

I hear the beeps of matrix code

I taste the bitter of a lime

I taste the freshness burn of mint

I taste the spicy dots of thyme

I taste sour that makes me squint

I smell aroma of cut pine

I smell rich potent olive oil

I smell young grapes throughout the vine

I smell aged food about to spoil

I feel roughness of lizard skin

I feel pain from a cactus thorn

I feel split pea soup down my chin

I feel sharpness from stalks of corn

Five senses of the color green

From sound, taste, smell, touch and things scene

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