Words are really quite funny in how they can make you feel
Simple guttural utterances of vocal chords seem to become real
Some words really seem to capture the essence of their intent
You know when you hear it just exactly what is meant.
I often find those words are usually and often of fairly ancient origin
With such descriptive words as love and hate and greed and sin
But words are always being made and most people know not their roots
And when you hear those words their foreign nature makes the meaning mute.
After a thunderstorm and a thoroughly drenching rain as the day turns fair
The earthy, musty smell of the soil and plants and the odor of bright fresh air
Make you glad to be alive and feel renewed, filled with good cheer and more
But to describe this Eden, the words are strange to our ears – ozone and petrichor
Words of scientific origin seem cold and barren and unengaged
They don’t excite the senses or make you feel enraged
I guess it’s just that I really want my vernacular
To offer me something far more spectacular.