I love the chittering chattering chavish of the birds and their songs

I love the grumbling growling grunts of the crowds and the throngs

I love the thrumming drumming sounds of the booms in the storms

I love the phenomena that is sound!

I love the glittering glowing beauty of the butterflies and their wings

I love the shimmering shining vision of the sunsets and their bling

I love the radiant rosy art of paintings that make my heart sing

I love the phenomena that is sight!

I love the silky slinky texture of cloth made of softness that knows no flaw

I love the rasping roughness touch of burlap made of hay and made of straw

I love the slippery slimy slide of fingers over slick sides of an oiled and shiny saw

I love the phenomena that is touch!

I love the sweet and sucrose scent of flowers in the springtime fair

I love the apple and cherry smells of cooling pies in the summer air

I love the odor of burning leaves and wafting smoke curling without a care

I love the phenomena that is smell!

I love the nutty and musty walnuty taste of pecan sandies

I love the feathery filamentous sugary of cotton candies

I love the languorous liquidy warmth of sips of brandy

I love the phenomena that is taste!

*(Noun – the sound of birds chirping/singing)