As time goes on we learn more to draw upon,
Lessons of life a grain of salt becomes a mound,
The ears are honed and get acquainted with sound,
Our eyes are keen and see through the unseen,
Develop a taste unique for your place,
Detect a hint to smell even a trace,
We know what will burn and how to discern,
The pain is real a synapse sparks to feel,
And after a bad day the mind simply drifts away,
Retreats to it's home like a tree for a gnome,
A peaceful slumber to release an encumber,
The sun will fly as morning comes,
Moist drops from grass and becomes,
Food for our land to thrive as demand,
Nourish our senses to continue existence
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