5 Senses

If my home was one of the five senses you would smell… The fresh breeze air, the raindrops falling from above, the smoke coming from the kitchen knowing food will be ready. If my home was one of the five senses you would taste… The sweet potatoes fresh from the farm next to us above the mountain, the soup my mom prepares almost every single time because I was picky about food. If my home was one of the five senses you would hear… Chickens clucking almost every single noon for food, EVERY SINGLE NIGHT you would hear the crickets chirping which kept me awake every time looking at the ceiling till I fell asleep, the basketball going up and down while hands control where it goes. Sometimes it goes through the hoop! If my home was one of the five senses you would see… Children playing basketball, fishes swimming around the pond, my hands holding my moms hand while walking up the mountain to go to the heavenly side of the mountain. If my home was one of the five senses you would feel… Chicken seeds in the palm of your hand while feeding the chickens, ropes from the swings hanging tight on it as if your life depended on it while swinging up and down forward and backwards at the same time. If my home was one of the five senses… You would always feel, touch, smell, taste, and hear love and joy all around you.