A World Without SMell
Without our simple little noses to smell the roses
the world wouldn’t stand a chance.
Worms wouldn’t be able to wriggle or dance around,
The smell to greet them would lie cold in half dead ground.
Horse nostrils paralyzed in long lost purpose
the smell of lush grass, odorless.
The stench of a warthog's backside would hide in plain sight,
Making life in the desert an ugly fight.
Other signs often that warn of imminent danger,
Would stop some from sensing the tolls taken by nature.
Dawn would deliver fresh scents of dew,
Barely noticed, the night aromas would exit as the soft breeze blew.
I would live in wonder for a smell,
It would make my body sense long-forgotten glory, I’d begin to spell.
