The Colours in the Shadow

Have you ever with your own tongue,
Tasted the bitter fragrance of the freshest fern?
Have you ever with your own fingers,
Felt the fluttering heartbeat of a fallen fawn?

Have you ever with your own ears,
Listened to the nameless nocturne of those who crawl?
Have you ever with your own hands,
Crafted the gown for the grasshopper's ball? 

Have you ever with your own eyes,
Watched the waltz of the petals blown?
Have you ever with your own feet,
Trod the field of the four-leaf clovers grown?

Have you ever with your own nose,
Smelled the sweet scent of the trickling dew?
Have you ever with your own soul,
Plunged into a reverie of that luminous hue?

Have you ever closed your eyes,
To see all the colours in the shadow?
You can see, can't you?
My blemished smile through your phone?