I smell it, I feel it.
Like standing on the lip of a crater,
Like looking off the edge of a cliff;
Like gazing into a dark deep forest.
It smells like a fresh mornings rain,
It smells like a cool breeze over golden wheat fields,
It smells like a cool glass of water,
after a hard days work.
And when I look out to the sea,
I will watch the waves in wonder
And wonder what my next adventure,
Will feel, and smell like.
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