Ordinary May 15, 2024 In melodies light, we sway and dance,To aroma’s call, we take a chance.In quests for beauty, far and near,Yet, air, water, light, ever so clear.No hue, no scent, no flavor’s kiss,Yet they mold our essence, never to miss.Truth akin to these, silent and grand,To make them great, our life’s demand. 1