What do you see?
I see a doe running through the forest,
Freshly fallen snow on a cold winter’s morning.
A small child hugging his mama.
What do you hear?
I hear a robin singing in the trees.
Spring rain falling in the streets.
A wee babe cooing in his mama’s arms.
What do you smell?
I smell the sweet perfume of a mountain flower.
The scent of clean air after an April shower.
The essence of her long, dark hair
As she lays her head on my shoulder.
What are you touching?
I touch the delicate petals of a tiny daisy
Growing on a steep mountainside.
A father’s large callused but gentle hand,
Walking hand in hand with his admiring son.
The soft cheeks of my love, kissed by the crisp, cool air
Of a misty, autumn morning.
What do you feel?
I feel the colors of the rainbow.
The peaceful sound and smells of a mountain meadow.
The heartbeat of a child, the joy of a parent
The passions of love, faith in God, hope in life.
*I wrote this after we went to North Zion by Parowan. I had just come off deployment and had 8 days of leave. My son and I found a small stream of water. As we hiked, the idea for this poem evovled.