*Garden of Five Senses* The world perceives the human body As a machine- ever ready To follow what is fed into. And keep following, Till usable no longer. But a poet being a different being Lives on a planet different. And sees the human body, As a garden of five senses A garden without grass Appears rough and barren Our skin sans the sense of touch, Only appears as bad. Our nose and eyes Give us smell and sight Just as flowers in a garden grand Lend their fragrance, Their beauty, worth a sight. The garden trees, a meeting place Of creatures of all kinds, Just as our dear ears, Hearing sounds numerous. The trees bear fruits As we taste success Based on what we see and hear The weed in the gardens Plays spoilsport just as Our diseases numerous Hamper us in ways many And just as the garden Needs a gardener to flourish, The human body, Needs a doctor to nurse it to good health Thus the human body, Is the garden of five senses, And humans, its gardners There is albeit one stark difference, The gardener is a necessity, While doctors are not, For while the humans Can tend to themselves by themselves, The trees in a garden cannot. ~ Echoes Of Ink