I smell lavender,
I smell mint,
I smell fresh ferns with
a Christmas tree tint.
I hear waterfalls,
I hear birds,
I hear trees swishing,
whispering summer words.
I see strawberry flowers,
I see ants,
I see red dragonflies
As they dance.
I feel rough nettles,
I feel rocks,
I feel geraniums, soft like my socks.
I could taste frogs’ legs….
but I won’t bother!
Fintan Hanlon, aged 7