Menu
Home Page

A poem by Edward and Joe about the senses

I can see beautiful blooming buttercups swaying in the muggy air.
Toucans tweeting on the ragged branch.
I can hear the waterfall gushing down on the river underneath.
The Jaguar roaring at the enemy.
I can smell the of the carcus of a dead animal.
I can taste the muggy air swaying.
It makes me feel amazed because it is a once in a life time opportunity.
Top